v1.1 (no more overthinking)
Collection 4
this body
A Toast To Ragamuffins
A Valentine
this urge
omnipotence
poison
this body
They said they saw him
A blue dress on
In high heels walking
Toward the exit
With grey eyes watching
He didn't notice
All the stares.
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And the walls were melting
All around him
The smell of sulfur
That surrounds them
Coarse throats coughing
'Til their lungs ache
But he's immune.
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Feels like he's standing on the outside
Looking in
He knows this body's not his
To begin with
I don't know how he crawled out
Of his skin
To see the world.
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This finite body
Means nothing
To him.
A Toast To Ragamuffins
A toast to ragamuffins, and bedridden belaborers,
Arguing with self, a buried mind berating her.
There's hope as long as we've got time, the universal currency.
Where patience is the art, and math and science hurts when she
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Feels like she's had enough, too many pills for seeing straight,
Where God is just a bluff, so filled with fear and drowned in hate.
There's hope as long as we've got time, the gift of what tomorrow brings.
Just know you're not alone, it's the same sad song that we all sing.
A Valentine
I love you and you alone.
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Slain by arrows decorated in flowers,
Blood red roses on pink blush powder.
Gravity holds no power over your bones.
Soft evergreen eyes with gold undertones.
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Stars above watch and envy your grace,
Fingernails polished, impeccable taste.
My soft touch, halcyon hips wrapped in lace,
Penelope to loyalty, Clytemnestra's face.
Roses and chocolates for someone divine,
Share your heart, and I'll give you mine.
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Happy February 14th, my love.
this urge
I'm by myself and I get that feeling again
A hollow choke means anxiety's setting in
What is this world that concerns our minds with fear, burns
Fiery hearts to ash, and turns lovers to friends?
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I close my eyes and I try to control my breathing,
But meditation cannot alleviate these demons.
I want to go my own way, so tell my why do I
Get this urge to come back as soon as I begin leaving?
omnipotence
I asked God for a moment but he was busy cutting His wrists.
Whether literal or an omen, I asked if love really exists.
He said it's somewhere in the space between all the senseless violence,
I asked if it's ever worth the chase and He laughed at me in silence.
poison
I saw the face of God and she was hopeless
The touch of your skin evokes kaleidoscope emotion
Straight razor lips nicking my neck
Your tongue exemplifies poise and taste
The crippling fear of not feeling regret
And I feel it
As you watch me bleed out
Your desire makes me infinite
Your apathy is murder.