it became known as lack of care
and swarms of insects clog the corrosive sink..
my right hand became bitterly cold, chalk and cherries
sent to Siberia
(my mind sent to the crispy safe box)
nothing could unite them again
filmy eyes, with red grape vines, stair and tap into the ear
just a spark, but not a connection seperate sections
no railway to and from, just an air balloon full of propane
deadly delicate
feels like crystal granite grew in my skull
and my spine always grisle (make it solid)
soggy gel my spine
grow to patrafide wood (make it fierce)
being nice doesnt fill me
im always hungry to burst, make me burst spine,
let me be content with full and empty mind
and not a actress ingrown smile
let me embellish my smile for you
so you know its all right
over cooked and saggy.
much like all the speeches
not a sense of lazy just a conclusion of i can't
set a fire under me so i can remeber to move once more...
Author notes
its been 3 months since ive written here...
holy hell eh?
its been awhile again
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jeez not writing, i like it other than the rampant spelling mistakes. i can see your reflection in my screen.
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loooooooooooove the title. even though the thought it kind of seedy and actually came across as being really sexy.
"being nice doesnt fill me
im always hungry to burst, make me burst spine,"
-oh god do I fucking know that.
"actress ingrown smile"
-fucking amazing. sounds worse than an ingrown hair.
I'm glad you've written something! I hope you stick around. this poem just oozed. I mean it didn't ooze something is just oozed if that makes sense.
xxx
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haha thnks for the comment yah hopefully i write more now. its just been on the back burner for awhile, writing i mean. so yah hopefully ill pop in more often
glad u liked the poem!
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