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what is your favorite verb?
by The-Phoenix
104 lines, 4 comments,
on Nov 1 10:34 PM
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it complicates matters that he won’t stay dead that he doesn’t parish or fade
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I can’t remember what it felt like to be broken, to be stripped of clothes and innocence
by The-Phoenix
58 lines, 4 comments,
on Aug 26 10:02 PM
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the floors were made of brittle wood and the rooms always smelled of cinnamon, weed and something sinister that I’ve seen compared to mint honey and chrome.
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he told me about a white light that fills a room; about having God touch you when you least expect it and that is scares the shit out of you.
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I want to tell you about the day I buried you.
by The-Phoenix
51 lines, 3 comments,
on Jul 23 12:59 AM
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somehow you’ve managed to wriggle your guitar strings around my unsuspecting aorta and tugged them tightly until they are tuned, if only temporarily. I’ve lived forever and a year with star dust in my veins like cool summer
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mostly I’ve learned to stretch my skin until it’s thin, faulty and threatening to tear and the delicate edges that formed when you told me
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I don’t think that I’ll ever understand why the greatest love
I have ever known was a supernova;
by The-Phoenix
52 lines, 4 comments,
on May 30 10:09 PM
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Every once in a great while, I whisper to my wall and ask it if it remembers what a miracle feels like. Of course it doesn’t answer. That would mean I’m insane. But I whisper none the less because I’ve got questions that I do
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I’ve never been one to hollow out my own eyes until now;
the thought of thinking of this one more time,
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by The-Phoenix
118 lines, 2 comments,
on Apr 28 10:02 PM
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no more.
It’s rested on the tip of my articulation for a fortnight,
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confession one: I feel more pain for you than I ever will for me.
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I knew what was coming when I made you promise.
by The-Phoenix
51 lines, 5 comments,
on Apr 12 10:09 AM
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I am water logged drifting like focus
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I’ve hidden you in a box
but your essence seeps out onto my floor
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I’m trying to make sense of how
I managed to trip when my shoes were tied
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the color washed down the street
and pooled like blood beneath the streetlamps;
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I watch you walk away in every reflection of the mirror
and my palms ache at the loss,
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my tongue cupped around the word as it tumbled from my lips precariously,
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incense hung in the air like a ballad long lost and mingled with the scent of illegality
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there is a lot of math between
surgical terms and linear equations
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I blew the whistle ;the metal pressed against my ivory teeth
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we spent two years playing house in the empty wreckage that was us.
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you are a blood born pathogen
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I’ve found a place between panes
of broken glass where dust particles
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she will cradle in her arms a caramel colored angel ;
by The-Phoenix
85 lines, 3 comments,
on Jan 31 11:46 PM
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in the night, I dreamed
of you leaving
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I step tentatively into
your unfamiliar waters
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