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Dangerous Blueberries on Fried Apple π
Easiest thing I ever did was lose it.
breaking faces and breaking hearts
I walk away from everything
smiling,
there wouldn't be a story for me to tell
if I never let things die,
I need it, I think
wilting
twisting
turning
wait for it
the end,
but it isn't really
it could be
but I'm selfish
I need more pain
the anguish was boring
I want the blood
cry
and cry
and cry
I run the fuck away
remembering words
for poems
and stories
not for memories
not for the memories
I swear, only for material
hurt?
you felt that?
good.
my ears bleed
and my mouth crumbles
everything goes black
knocking on my head
no answer
again.
blue jean rug
with my body inside
who rolled me up?
fuck.
Transcendental.
breaking faces and breaking hearts
I walk away from everything
smiling,
there wouldn't be a story for me to tell
if I never let things die,
I need it, I think
wilting
twisting
turning
wait for it
the end,
but it isn't really
it could be
but I'm selfish
I need more pain
the anguish was boring
I want the blood
cry
and cry
and cry
I run the fuck away
remembering words
for poems
and stories
not for memories
not for the memories
I swear, only for material
hurt?
you felt that?
good.
my ears bleed
and my mouth crumbles
everything goes black
knocking on my head
no answer
again.
blue jean rug
with my body inside
who rolled me up?
fuck.
Transcendental.
Published 30th Apr 2014
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Anonymous
30th Apr 2014 5:21pm
Nikkimoe, your poems have gotten even more detailed and stunning!!! This one just gave me goose bumps, the ending
From "Hurt...you felt that" is bloody amazing!
From "Hurt...you felt that" is bloody amazing!
1st May 2014 1:22am
1st May 2014 1:46am
14th May 2014 11:19am
remembering words
for poems
and stories
not for memories
not for the memories
I swear, only for material
If I felt guilty for having the same compulsions, then I'd refer to my experience-drawn work as "shame stories." But as it stands, I can't quite feel guilt for classifying everything as stock material, and so it gets called "crimes".
Your work gives me pause between readings.
for poems
and stories
not for memories
not for the memories
I swear, only for material
If I felt guilty for having the same compulsions, then I'd refer to my experience-drawn work as "shame stories." But as it stands, I can't quite feel guilt for classifying everything as stock material, and so it gets called "crimes".
Your work gives me pause between readings.
