Pain And Beauty Are Dying

Pain And Beauty Are Dying

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Are you coming together? You cannot bind your pieces by chance or unlink yourself from the world. You have to move with it, and roll. Roll with the lottery of your birth Here, see, you cannot take the cards nailed to my hands like I can't take that which has been glued to your belly Have you not taken enough? No beating could bring you any more hurt than you've endured Could you tell me more about the procedure? "No," she said. Could you promise me if I leave, you'd still be accepting? "No," she said. Could you direct your potions to my insides, please I can no longer afford t ...Read more

Tubes

Tubes

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twenty four and your reward is a tube down your throat, feeding you trying to keep your weight double your age You cry. Your hair's on the mattress. Pillows. You cry. Lie to the left. It will hurt less. My sweet child, and hands strapped to soft coffin beautiful mind trapped in another world. It is going to be years until you find your art again, live your life again rejecting all applicants because you can no longer provide security and how could you when you're not secure 'nough heavy 'nough, hurting everyone around. You lie in the rooftop, crying, thinking about dead drop, wis ...Read more

We Were Never Prepared For Rainy Days

We Were Never Prepared For Rainy Days

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Extend your hand to me. Maybe. Maybe long enough. Hold it out. Just a while longer. I will reach back ...Eventually. Foie gras terrine, bass and jazz and ocean waves You cannot ask the orchestra to cut their own tongue I had such high hopes for you Such high hopes Why, was it the right thing to let me down? you are asking of me to cut my own tongue Such fuckin' high hopes and you let them drown. I dream of time vacuums, empty husks, and crying caves oil portraits of men crueled by time. Have thee forgotten? They ran away from crushing heel of time, as have I the inability to fa ...Read more

Islands

Islands

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Sing to me some of your best sleeper hits I have a malleable personality... ...and in my strongest, I would eclipse everyone, All these rooms occupied by a singular tenant, a giant paroxysmic Mammon snug in his trousers. I sew pajymas made out of people's hearts. we talk and solder in the form of bonds and treaties You are a treasurer of pain, nonetheless, and nothing more than a questioning thug delivered into proviso, caveats. I already got what I came for. My ears no longer work. There is an off-switch at the base of this here palette and in my throat, rusted spires and a furnac ...Read more

I made it out

I made it out

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I brought with me a skill I call magic tampering so inate, it is where my personality's based. And so I locked myself in rooms, waited 'til the anger thaws. I do not want to be waiting for years in this here orchestra, with their antibiotic eyes and phrenoplegic ears, and their synthesized vocabularies, estimable lats I still don't know what synergy means and I hear a ton of word fascists use it on the daily. It's fun. Real funny, at the sides of the peepholes where people pretend like its their day job A five to seven overwork, and I am new to this collapsing asceticism Zoroastrianis ...Read more

Blue Milk collection index

Blue Milk collection index

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Here are the titles of the free verse poems for my second collection for 2017. Some are already available to read on this site. Milk+ Solid Hearts The Machine Disassemblia Tubes Prince of Nowheredom Skirt of Nessus Anthony In The White Clouds A Conversation With Myself, Five Years Younger The Monster's Out From Under The Bed Mouth of spiders Hungry, We All Are Hitlist Pain And Beauty Are Dying Intrepidus Lex Descencio STERKTE Life In The Infinite, the previous collection (first out of eight) is now available to download in Demo PDF, as well. ...Read more

Obfuscatio

Obfuscatio

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Don't speak my name Don't you dare Dare speak my given name The one I never had a choice with The one that child would grow up to despise I am who I am right now This collection of shame and of beauty, of tragedy and of tact Not the most prestige nor the most grand of becomings But they are mine and mine to wear as I choose Can barely compose myself... Can barely think... The ground glow orange Wheat like cigarette ash 'round me, the cast of burning tower like women alone in their forties and the world that wrongly taught them sadness You speak to me about truth but your trut ...Read more

Everybody Likes A Miracle

Everybody Likes A Miracle

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They are so cool Their Insta-perfect faces, poses, frames What is it with my life that sucks so bad, I couldn't be one of them? They alienate me like an aching tooth What lies behind the lens, those filters, subtext? send me digital to the hoodlums, unventured spaces, places, undiscovered I want to be as pristine as clear waterfall where I can be alone and restore my thoughts, soul to full gauge, miracle, throttle and be like manta rays honeycombs, honey tooth, a thumb in the earth How many bottles till I'm sober? I keep asking There's so much pressure for someone in their twenties ...Read more

You Can't Feed Art To Goats

You Can’t Feed Art To Goats

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You can't feed art to goats They cannot tell between grass and paper, brass and paint It will be a waste of your masterpiece, of your time and of your effort You cannot coat rock with silver Pare tins with gold Or ask the dead about warship expecting ammunition be sold They won't cry at it like you did. Your tears will not translate to the dry untested tongue of another; Like in row of pneuma. Guillotine. Heather bed. Naturale phlegmatic. You can't feed art to goats Like you can't mix glass to water, Container. Shrapnel. You'd have to be stupid; Alicean to drink. "And I'll serve ...Read more

Burgundahlia

Burgundahlia

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Anthony In The White Clouds

Anthony In The White Clouds

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Color my pictures Let me live out from your black and whites and tools that are limited, you can bring me to life, unpetrified. I want to live as blazing rain in lupine fields. Everyone I meet be manganese oxide. Like Anthony in the white clouds Too young to depart Too pure for this world I choose to be remembered as I remember him with his scabs and swear words doused and dissolved in purity of childlike soul Sky roses aren't real You have to paint the petals blue Good in theory? Theory's not enough. Make them real. Are you vindictive like me? Open your palm. Give me two. Here's ...Read more

A Penned Letter To Your Enemies

A Penned Letter To Your Enemies

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Do I look like I have time for your brittle self-worth? Kept playing for your free pass, well, it's expired Go rot in your rural wherever High horse much? When you've done nothing remarkable with your life Hilarious; pretentious Go rot in your rural wherever You swallowed much jade for your age going all emotionally Chernobyl Not pretty kind of like y'all's face and taste that's not even that good when thoroughly dissected acting all mighty and edgy when in fact you ain't nothing but didactic, thin-skinned, one-sided with ideas redundant, recycled crying victim because you've n ...Read more

Smile Less

Smile Less

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Better Dressed

Better Dressed

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There's pride in sharing And then there's bowing down To lust upon Hollywoodizing mythologies my kababayan are eager to laud about It's easier to hate your own, hate your own, hate your own Because you wait for the paint to turn to white So you can appreciate them? With what? A bigger pocket? A better dress? What to you makes a better dress? One that submits to universal attention? But they weren't designed after Western values They were made for your immediates' eyes You twist your tongue to sound like you come from another village and pity those who still talk like the previou ...Read more

How Many Bottles

How Many Bottles

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Ace was keeping score His friends didn't know it, but he was keeping score He doesn't know himself, doesn't know his loved ones Doesn't get to know the world revolving around him when he's parked He's the getaway vehicle to the getaway beach Left on the street overlooking the ocean and the sun Distanced from all the joyous commotions between him and his peers, the embracing warmth of the sand As Bethany and Brent and Brenda smile and sip in margaritas He's the odd fourth wheel in a group of strong personalities Him, the quiet Him, the weakest Him, the one who makes sentimental call ...Read more

 
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