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sepia.slurs
By Saint Sentient
picture me- drinking again.
sulking. sinking. thinking of how everything went wrong.
when all I ever wanted was to pick apart your preferences
lick the pieces and send them to my past like letter stamps.
stamped on my forehead- it reads :
I'm a fucking liar
:
and you're better if you run away as if I'm broken glass
slithers slicing the air. cover your eyes and count the stars
that never seem to laugh.
a hundred mirrors on the wall. and none can tell me my name.
just screaming metaphors and crushing my eardrums.
trying to slit my wrists with the same guitar pick I once hoped
I'd touch heaven with.
life isn't beautiful.
my hands can tell you that through the scars left from climbing.
holding on and trying not to fall.
slipping. no, nothing hurts worse than losing it all
except realizing that you'll never get it back.
picture me- drinking again.
and grab a frame. because this one has shattered.
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Copyright 2005 St. Sentient
Published on Wednesday, September 28, 2005.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
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On Saturday, April 19, 2008, Army Barbie
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wrote:
I think when you wrote this we were connected with some esp-onic. Drinking from the same bottle. A real wake up call, but one of those calls that you answer and don't hear anyone speaking. So you continue to destroy yourself.
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On Friday, December 15, 2006, Rachel
(213) wrote:
fuck.
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On Tuesday, September 26, 2006, blue
(1454) wrote:
holy shit.. I am tingling! Literally. The mark of all true poetry. Thank you. ~b
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On Wednesday, May 17, 2006, Dei
(665) wrote:
omg... *wipes away the tears*
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