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Measure the limit of yourself
in vials; like a capsule for the encapsulated.
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Grotesque masks of empathy,
are only worn to stop the cold sweat from running rampant;
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Foolish hearts swimming in the ethereal
Against burning stars waiting for their death.
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It's almost trepidation
the waiting; wanting
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Have you ever
grappled so hard for a truth
by Vashman
4 lines, 3 comments,
on Jan 17 12:14 PM 2008. In HYE
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Abrasions traced on empathy
outline contusions and ruptured vessels.
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by Vashman
3 lines, 1 comment,
on Jan 15 10:50 AM 2008
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You weren't the type for tears
but then, begging is only a performance
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It's nothing but a seranade
played underwater to
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Your tattered fur was left to tangle
but caressed daily; an expression of the love we felt.
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A corpse can warm your feet on the cold nights
cramming toes in between the ribcage
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Preparations hung limp,
lifeless before the excelaration;
by Vashman
15 lines,
on Nov 17 4:17 PM 2007
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Of all the consequences
wrapped up by desire or the perfection we all dearly seek
by Vashman
20 lines,
on Nov 16 3:05 PM 2007
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Have you ever
swallowed down
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Do you melt in the middle
like Belgian truffles...
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"Towards the gallows, innocence has no name"
He told me.
by Vashman
18 lines, 2 comments,
on Nov 14 4:53 PM 2007
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She waits, a gavel serving fate
to the many
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by Vashman
13 lines, 4 comments,
on Nov 12 6:22 AM 2007
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Where was this waning heart of mine?
Has the feeble organ faltered?
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"Well is seems to me..."
was cut off, before the
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She's presenting her life for little use
on a page ripped from a scrapbook
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I'll be brief.
Speak in terms that
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It is a secondary composition; / below the water line, / as uninvestigated as marine life. / Encaptured in subtle shades / of ungovernable will. / Perhaps your bouyancy / settled further from the bay / tha
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She spends days / breathing in windows / && apologies to sills / that never should have been used as seats. / Then counting each obscurity,
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We were left / wanting to scream, / shout, fight, bite back; / retorts stuck in our throats / like so many hanging carcasses. / Despite pro
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Perhaps the dignity of it all / could be felt down, / like mutilated corpses in concrete. / (bound to be found out sooner or later!) / Beca
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And then, / falling faster downward... / she breaks. / Becoming pieces of herself, / mingled with those belonging / to enemies && allies. / &nbs
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You left me marking numbers / in that little black book / && trying to balance one column with the next. / It's controlled environments, /
by Vashman
17 lines, 1 comment,
on Jul 20 6:11 AM 2007
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I don't know why they call you sugar / you're more like artificial sweetener. / could it be the cotton candy in your chest / that you can't breathe past? / Or the syrup consistant lies / at the back of your sku
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I must apologize for the confusion / as your squeezing added inches / into pink && purple tutus; / watching clumsy pirouettes / through stained glass. / Reprimanding your broken ankles / &&
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Say farewell / to sleeping hours above your bedstead; / waking just in time / for the twilight / to close your eyes again. / Carriages of blue && white / carry you to destinations / seen just before childh
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- / Poloroid dream, / on blank screen flicks / between, with lines. / I sit and stare / thinking, where this / can fare in life. / Bound; m
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