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RenewalI am a library book, a cook book,Renewal
waiting to be reborn and I need veneers
to be torn from me because I feel like destroying
everything I fear. Re new me
and to renew something you must make it new,
so destroy me. Tuck me
into bed. You can become the nightmare
crawling up my stomach and through my head.
Take a psychotic pleasure in ripping
my every measure apart. Grate
my soul and all goals
with a cheese grater and then peel off
my eyes and my lies with the potato peeler.
Stuff my tensions and my questions concerning
the future down the garbage di
by ~drowninginadrop
momentsDo you ever have moments where youmoments
forget
that you're you? And you
quickly, in rapid
succession, remind
yourself
of every detail of your
life, from who your
friends are, to where you
ate dinner, what you
last thought when you
looked in the mirror, to who you
want to
fuck
? My head spins and
I
by ~drowninginadrop
One Fall MorningOn a dock in a swimsuit and a sweatshirt, I stand. With chilled lips, we tell tales like the dead tellOne Fall Morning
their secrets. The dogs bark far off. Somewhere, its morning.
The rest sit: their legs
in the water. Our faces and expressions are cold (enough to collapse a coward).
My body’s pale with the dead
of winter. My sweat-shirt hangs.
We’ve draped a police interrogation
silence around us. It’s too late in the season for flies.
Someone kicks the water. It doesn’t kick back, a corpse. Staring into nothing,
we keep the flying fi
by ~drowninginadrop
The Visit...Wild flowers graffiti pressed sepia onto kitchen wallsThe Visit...
where children sprinkle glitter on snow angels, cut up snowflakes, play with the heat on the stove. Glass coffins of ghostwhite people rest on counter tops and a mother breaks a wine glass, supposedly washing it out, washing the stains. Tiny drops of blood swirl down the sink and no one notices. This makes her cry. An abstract child surfs the internet without permission for renaissance fairs and dada artists, using a sippy cup he was supposed to grow out of. His sister hides a slice of bread under her pillow for a midnight snack
by ~drowninginadrop
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suitable for all skin typesI witnessed seven people fall in love with high blood pressure, it lead to a time bomb, to falling down with your eyessuitable for all skin types
open, focused on a landing spot.
This is where helicopters are set alight, you did not understand they twist into limp muscle and smile at the large X, I have important things to tell you
like I could swallow bullets like H2O, or get fucked up in nightclubs, I could inhale a whole birthday cake,
spit it out with violence and hate or run down country roads at 2am, screaming, wearing only black hot pants.
I have secrets t
by ~inmyroom
this is how much i hate youand you are a blood clot, breaking off and moving along, lungs tight in narrow walls and I'm tying shoe laces around hands, inhaling lemonade until my trunk swells and does not open only 20 years old plus a broken bone -- I guess we were just not meant to be.this is how much i hate you
On a cardboard bed sleeps a heartbeat, slowing like soles to dirt tracks,
some things are empty, decreasing into atoms each time i put my brain into use.
Spine-wire is turning supple under this heat, under this pressure
of chairs that nail bones to a ground floor room.
I want to be that person
by ~inmyroom
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- Current Residence: US
- Interests: poetry, history, philosophy, hidden bookstores, street art, thoughtful movies, and orange juice
- Favourite movie: Speak,Finding Neverland,The Hours,Munich, Brokeback Mountain, Constant Gardener, Brother to Brother
- Favourite band or musician: Tori Amos, Ani DiFranco, Cat Power, CocoRosie, Regina Spektor, David Gray, Hotel Lights
- Favourite artist: Remedios Varo, Renoir, Morisot, Courbet, Krasner
- Favourite poet or writer: E.E. Cummings, Sharon Olds, Hemmingway, Rand, Gaiman, O'Hara
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