note: This poem, chronologically (in terms of what i've been writing about lately) belongs before "I Wear Your Touch," but i edited it a bit, and want to repost it.
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A swaying tremor,
the moon
drifts in my eyes

my love,
i must Forget about feeling!

to serve deceit
(sensuality)

I am the torn
flesh
Of revenge
And must rebel
Against the heart’s
Mechanics.

oh cracked, turquoise heart!
I feel your
Rhythm.
Whimpers and
St- Stut-
Stutters
Oh heart!
I feel your
Flowers and albino flamingoes!
i feel your Magenta flesh!

i crave
catharsis;
to be cleansed
of suicidal
love

A hurt stained
blood tinted
Dawn shivers
Fills my head with heart
Eyes with

A fragile smile
(its yours)

Fall, flutter
Midnight rose petals
touch intention

I Can’t speak,
can only whisper.
You don’t seem to care
At all.


oh favorite deceiver of mine-

Somewhere I cry and the tears
drip into my chest
And seep into my blood
Streams of gash.
Cut of smash
stinging, spinning,
heartless, artless crash!

But right this moment, in this place
I laugh
And shake my ass to a
A beat that I don’t know.

watch.

I Howl at the rising sun
As it swims through
half formed tears
drunken men
reflected in my eyes
they try to grab me
they want ME like they want an Armani suit
not at all
not at all

i want you to see
That I am free and Unaffected
By your shenanigans.

But I am not.

I am nothing at all
caught by chill, by cold volatile breeze
this feeling of rejection
in heaven
Is dead weight
Pulling me to
The depths
Of cold heart.

what is to become of us?


You are nothing.
And I am the world.
So empty.
You cannot hope to fill this void.

Loneliness scratches my face
And bites my eyes
Lovely tingling tears
Stay behind my face!

my loneliness trembles like
Lidless, horn speckled
monsters afraid
Of sunlight.

I am hatred. I am hatred for
Men. For boys. For mankind.

I am Wonderful earsplitting
Shrieks!!!
SCREAM!!!!!
GIVE THIS LOVE A SOUND!!

I love you. I love our silence.
Terrified. Shivering. In hell-
this pregnant Silence. I command you to speak,
ghost.

I am broken by you. but I smile.
For the world is beautiful and young
Like I am.

I try to believe
in this world
and in you

but you've made it difficult

for this,
I will always hate you
(But) whenever forever ends,
Come back to me.


This is the end
Of idealism.
Man unkind, you are so
Small.