Unserious poetry by an unhinged poet
Poetry
There’s a monster in my house Clawing at someone’s skin Battle scars taste salty Sadness comes from within Claws turn softness to leather Yet a light still glows gentle Whether fact or fiction I rely on your discretion Color the lines I drew for you Mess up my
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You look pretty There’s the spark Your mind beguiles A race in my heart Fidgeting toes Trying to get close Swaying arms Sneaking a touch Itchy lips Stuck on her view In this state Nothing I wouldn’t do A single drop My cup runneth over The future I
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Your song matches the alarm blaring in my head Soothes the garish discomfort safety brings Pale moonlight turns to scorching sun Another wolf in the skin of a cuckoo bird Kindred has become a source of concern Scarlet flags for those with many faces I carry the lessons with me
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Shots of joy Glitter scatters in my belly Liberated and adrift I yearn to touch the knife An idealized future A dream takes shape A temporary high The cake is baked Another slice Raw nerves exposed Numbness follows suffering More files for my cabinets Mistakes are a promise living makes
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Stick to my senses Liquid gold babygirl Baritone voice My inner world swirls Wrap me in knots Steel arms like vines Fall in love with him Restart my mind Flood my veins with memory We're off to a dishonest start Uncover a sheltered yearning Cocoon my injured heart
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I wanna come alive I’m waiting I’m waiting I don’t need you to survive I wanna come alive I’m waiting I’m waiting I need you to thrive The fear in my heart is racing A fire I can’t put out These endless white walls
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Why skip to the end When I’m barely beginning Stuck on what’s happened Worried for what’s coming My present evolves A glimpse at peace When death whispers Birth is a scream Promise to still the sway of my hips But I’d rather follow the force of
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Rip out my lungs Fill them with tar Paint me with needles so I don't go far Cover my ears Swallow my song Make me believe I belong to someone Cut out my heart Open my thighs Intoxicate me with your beautiful lies Pull out my teeth Pin
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Compose is a strange word for this Making my own evidence Scars on my heart take shape Words on my page bleed out No rhyme or reason Only the arcane
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The end is not something to be controlled She is someone who reveals herself Whether young or old We cross our arms and stomp our feet Turn our heads Resist The end will never go away No matter how much we insist The end arrives Within her cloak Unifies all
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Once upon a time a shaggy inky cap mushroom dreamed of belonging to the treetops. This desire set them apart from other inky caps, so the sun cursed it with endless ink. Ordinarily, a mushroom would start to dissolve into ink once it reached maturity. Eventually the entire cap would