blue nails.

By Corinthian

tintinnabulate.

+It
is a shame
that my verses
have made
you famous+

wallow
in
my
blue

collect
the
sighs
of men
from around
my nailed
feet.

and
fuck
you.

.

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Published on Friday, August 3, 2012. Filed under: "Poetry"

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On Thursday, February 7, 2013, Corinthian (309) wrote:

The oversight forgets, as the leaves upon trunk. The rain humidifies I have a meal when I cry dead calm. Home..I give melancholy. Room...of alloyed grief. Tender the silence airs soft shouts and whines. The footprints blanket ignores to feel, Alive with the sounds of the pain, I die to want to live. Solitude you insert yourself insane you rain me in the eyes another time ... Charcos de cristal adornaron las raÃces de la tristeza.
On Saturday, August 25, 2012, Corinthian (309) wrote:

broken bells fall and scatter the rotting grass as unbraided hair tangles around and pulls the chandeliers down + unshining star inverted moon dizzy in the moment of death like slowly wiping names into the violet fog from broken windows no magic no lover unsafe baby wolf and blue lights ices and tears balleting the dirts at the black gates no one to sway the cradle at the grave ground humming pyschotically on the tongue of the lord as eyes never open again and forever it will stay 4:31
On Sunday, August 12, 2012, Corinthian (309) wrote:

And please exuse all of the blood and where ever you go take me with you take me with you ...... FOR UTAN MIG AR DU INGENTING DU INGENTING
On Sunday, August 12, 2012, Corinthian (309) wrote:

La muerte estÃ¡ hoy en mis ojos como aroma de mirra; como cuando bajo la vela del barco un dÃa de viento. La muerte estÃ¡ hoy en mis ojos como el perfume de nenÃºfares, como cuando te sientas en el margen de la embriaguez.
On Wednesday, August 1, 2012, Corinthian (309) wrote:

saint surgeon sir, please tell me what I keep inside.
On Thursday, May 31, 2012, Corinthian (309) wrote:

Unholy fruit grows in hell + and its freezing in this tomb ... lighted worms twisted wind + bird beast ... I am the daughter of London my shadow leaves a sound listen... drinking from wine wells behind a face of candle woods and christwater ++++ twilight fairy in folded snow I pray I prey +++ afraid in a home full of blinds+ no need for lights. hands and sharp mouths in my bride bed of bells and harlot feather + dancers of dust and old leaves ++ bottles and bottles of calm... pink . purple .and white...... a prescription of spit+ perverts and priest sick and saint+++ lamb or goat + lamb or goat + numbing lake . and heavens smell + graves full of blue glass finger tips + virgo girl with the owl eyes + rat and fairy ... scream & sigh ... wooden doors built then burn ++ infant reader of palm and eye.
A former member wrote: you moved out!! I was wondering where you went . This is like finding treasure but I feel like I'm intruding lmao This is amazing .
On Wednesday, May 30, 2012, Corinthian (309) wrote:

dropsical ++ I desire all of him like an ancient love story O mon ame..and glassed eyes filmed in gold .. I want to sleep inside of you I was aways living in you ++++ you made my organs bleed and tear open forced to please you with my foreign treasures +++...... maggot and angel lover and corpse the night would not be beautiful without my pyschotic humming ++++ I have gone mad in this glass hour ....the scent of death and brass +++ Sur ton bea corps ..+++ your body is prettier on the inside +
A former member wrote: "Maggot angels " "you look prettier on the inside" brilliant .........
On Wednesday, May 30, 2012, Corinthian (309) wrote:

I can not write you + so I crossed your forehead with soil.and burnt hair . ribbons and rust slide back down into my gut + + there is no light no light . no music no sound this is not the end + but we can go no further++++ snow and sperm .. you are stars to me a tabernacle induce vomiting ...broken rib unbreathing fever fever I am unguarded ... I am beginning to die +++++++ sometimes I have to go away ...... this pretty tomb I must rearrange .... and then call your name if only I could remember it + do not get lost stay always here .
On Monday, May 28, 2012, Corinthian (309) wrote:

Dreaming of your claws..+ little lights .. little light.++++++++ liar and countess .... you are not a real saint . wheezing ... wheezing ++++ I am in Fright ........and I have been in mourning for many days and no one notices baby boy...not even the nurses I am an expensive whore ....you are Luciferic and pleasurable .++++ cumming all over my feet ++++++a peacock blessing .... I am out of my fucking mind .....ceremonial .... I wish to drown myself ..... I am the lover. Mr... Stoker is obsessed with me ..and...my puffed up shimmering warm pink lullaby....He wilts at my foot ++coal angels black and glittering ++ hauling through the air Inexorable unadorned wet with holy holy rusted water + bread and wine .... head wound ++ mixing blood I love you I love ... and tonight I will name all of the babies in the grave ground . Infant entity .. whispering the word of the Lord by candlelight
On Wednesday, May 23, 2012, Corinthian (309) wrote:

I am I am I am .... nothing ++ no reason to hurt no not me .... I can not be loved here between the stones Paving this grave ground. Here's honest rot To unpick the heart, pare bone Free of the fictive vein. When one stark skeleton Bulks real, all saints' tongues fall quiet: Flies watch no resurrections in the sun. At the essential landscape stare, stare Till your eyes foist a vision dazzling on the wind: Whatever lost ghosts flare, Damned, howling in their shrouds across the moor Rave on the leash of the starving mind Which peoples the bare room, the blank, untenanted air. I have a broken heart ... white ribbon and bell burns on my wrist +++++ (S.P) Dans le fond des forÃªts votre image me suit. I am I am I am a fucking sinner .. to dirty for you ... I will rot with a fever ++++ I crave the smell of an snuffing flame .....bruises and medical lights ++++ salted black hair and grey men ++ wordless books melting onto the wall ...occult and old prayers .... laying my head between my hands neroticia neroticia blue spit blue cuts ++++ I want to go to the past world ..I am the Viscountess of Lord Jurgen ++
On Wednesday, May 16, 2012, Corinthian (309) wrote:

makrothumei +++++ blepomen gar arti di esoptrou en ainigmati
On Sunday, May 13, 2012, Corinthian (309) wrote:

.. so he braided tiny bells to the tips of my hair ++++++and we drank transalvanian gingerale in old tea cups with hail and it was very beautiful +++++ I love him so much
On Saturday, July 7, 2012, kinkifrog (2798) wrote:

'+and we drank transylvanian gingerale in old tea cups with hail + '... that is the most evocative image , so beautiful ... I hope you are well
On Saturday, July 7, 2012, Corinthian (309) wrote:

we really did do this bells and all .. thankyou for reading
On Saturday, May 12, 2012, Corinthian (309) wrote:

your house was so cold and the doctors were so sleepy like velvety men singing me their love letters ++++++ surgical scars gleaming like night moths .. I am ill lying in bed writing a novel about starfish in 1922 ..++++ living by the magical a.m. inelegant lights and tremors ++++ scented brass lice & mimes behind haunted wallpaper ... eyes blink once only once.. I wanted you to kiss my mouth .. but you kissed my forhead ... you said I reminded you of a quiet gypsy ++++ you don't see me.
On Saturday, May 12, 2012, Corinthian (309) wrote:

Buttercup fire and gowns made of white butterfly fabric and fingertip waltz ... this champagne is toxic .it gives us stigmata .and glossolalia .you taste like moonsick & blackberry burn . in the dark watching Japanese horror films falling asleep and it will not be snowing here. tonight I am dizzy and moonwalking a feeling well know by the brain damaged ...like. lady moths studying monday magic there was water here once ... my room smells like peach syrup tin cans and ghost
On Sunday, May 6, 2012, Corinthian (309) wrote:

I will never be rid of the mud or the rats or these guts ..its easy to mistake christ in the dark ..his clumsy prayer burying blue bones in the river under ground ++++++I love you so much I could recognize your jawbone lost in a pile of broken skulls+++++Jesus has a broken heart .... Jesus has a broken heart singing me to sleep out of bed into the arms of men and bottles in different shapes and sizes I understand I understand I understand I may be dilusional I know I know I know ......++++++++ I hear fingers in grass .... I am a fine dancer pitchforked veins lace my wrist
On Friday, May 11, 2012, Corinthian (309) wrote:

worn wind drawing like man sweaters across blends of dirt wind blown tunnel of tubular glass blurred upon chapters falling crunching biology ... flowers bend into death +muted hummingbird ... lonely +++++ an unattended mass++++ unaware psychedelic cliches your breath stings me your eyes of a million days ...... you holier than though sucking on absinthe .. bright sin bright sin .. hallucinata white sun grow up and die+ angels and spoons
A former member wrote: Straight to the point "FUCK YOU" :) great write, you made a very intense write so beautiful.,may whoever your words made famous, perish in the mass appeal
On Saturday, April 14, 2012, FadedBlues (2169) wrote:

...a handful of words that generate an overflow of depth & complexity, like the miracle of the loaves & the fishes...
On Saturday, April 14, 2012, Devilish (2658) wrote:

Beautiful as every single thing you write.. and fuck you at the end is perfect.. lol. i love it.
On Saturday, April 14, 2012, dwells (4285) wrote:

Blue nails sounds almost cyanotic, perhaps some life altering event, cheers Cori!