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Static Slurs

I do not appreciate this transference.The typewriters sound belongs to a higher wayEvery mistake guaranteed and loved. Adored.This machine leaves me to fix my wrongs unlike my gift. Like the most stained regret, the most unwanted needI feel nothing but the wish to fix on here.Wish..

unconsciously

I’ve forgotten to breatheOne twoIn outI can’t help but forget so I gasp into the nightHarmonious laughter, cawing Running forward and back, it is not circular but triangularThe one to the two to the six to the twentyEvery evening grows and lessensIt breathes; in outUp d..

the omnipresent scent

It appears as an access deniedThe need is superficialNot much to be seenHowever, there is the helpless Or the helplessnessOf it all Of eternityBut what can I do? What can I say?Eternity may be long but this circle is far too endless for it. There is no..

the typewriter confessions

Break

Rushing headlongThe only sight Silk. Blurred. The spinning mind reels,Six-Twelve-SixSeeing only H-O Pull off this flightThrashed urgesCrashed calls The hoarse ringsOver and overCoffin crawlersToothy followersQuickened pulsesBeats into meOut of this..

Ate

Tumbling down into this compact,Tidy, curved space Each resounding bangWithers. Me. Intersecting significances are merely commonDue to withdrawing this unknown needOrdinarily tied to itselfUsually left to its own disgrace Words sewn to unhappy thoughtsDispersin..

Stagger

PirouettesSimply standing as my head spinsThe facts of life mere wishesDreams all fallacies in gray Hot flashes Desire devouring us whole‘Us’ unnamed‘Us’ forever blamed Cities Coloured, cloakedWhite sheens delivering justiceBlanketing filth..

Yes. Please? No...Fine.

The colors of starsGlimmer underThin, veined lidsThe spite of noneTwinkle lowOn the burdenThe idea of manyConverge closeOnly to leave it beFor some I am somethingFor you I may be nothingTo me I'm just a little crazySo to huddle it closedAnd to simmer it fasterI'll majestically climbUp mother tr..

Viewed.

OncomingA rushIt’ll never end Signify the perpetual squeeze of timeNotify the supernatural justice of lightRealize the ending Hypocrisy unjust!Cry blasphemy!Shout maledictions!This isn’t the end.It’s only begun. The saddening optimism of a..

Nadine Livie Eaves

ideas are born of subtlety and wishingthe vacant gaze, the lost causemere details of a bigger scenethe prologue to this restarting game. featuring you, you, youlet's not forget you, tooa crowd of gatheringsthe audience of a great play. life has come anewdimming stars, ignis fat..

Conflict.

Beneath dew dripped sheltersStrolling in darkened woodsA small girl hums a lonely tuneSeaside wishesWondrously smallSophisticatedSensibleStunningThe woods hold no strangerSafely clean, strangely calmThe woods hold no hopePleasantly long, pitifully deepThe light has no tunnel ..

Release.

The constant assault.Blames. Complaints. Bullshit. Bullshit. Bullshit.Attitude//AngerConfused by the very idea of the wrath inflamed.Enwrapping these fragile beings into one entity.GIANT. BALL. OF. IRRITATION.Epiphany. Waiting.Please, sing. Louder now.Drown me. Suffocate me.Now. ..

Want.

A warm mug of hot chocolate.Wisps of sweetness.Swirls of delight.Liquid smiles.The wrap up of a week of woe.The end to a most troubling day.I sip slowly.Savoring the boiling anger.Relishing the fiery comfort.The last of the great innocents.

Butterfly Waltz

The birth of a butterflyA wingspan of two glancesEyes as wide as a smileFrom one came twoTwo flutters to a brushFour blinks to notice One union to inspire A theoryQuestions of a swarmNever-ending dancesWithin this charadeNonchalant grinsWistful, confusedBreeding designs..

Forgotten Monsters

Short, short story.

Need.

Song bird’s minute melody lost to some confusion of a bustling mind.Tangled sheets wrapping her up in a cocoon; comfort, suffocation. So sweet.Idle meanings in clasped hands. Black curtains drawn close; pitch black close.His sentiments, exactly - the sleepy gaze, the lost partner.Techn..

Wait.

Whisper sweet nothings?No. Sweet everythings. Promises I’ll completeWords made of ashLies and slanderCigarette wishes Time of silenceTime for sleepSleep too easyTo awake: the guarantee I’ve passed the amiableWelded the silver slipsMelt..

[SCREWME]babe.

Too many f*****g thoughts.
Too much f*****g time.

At The Moment

I am not proud of anythingThis lack of motivation is just too patheticAn inability to love oneself, only to be expected Reasons for staying:My friends wouldn’t hate meMy family wouldn’t dieLife is only beginningToo much effort in trying Not too bad f..

Filler.

I’ve only got a minute Open both your ears This identityIt isn’t trueNot at all This need to breatheIt’s bothersomeBut necessary This overturned leaf It’s temporaryAnother lie This poetic speechNo purpose here..

The Gossamer Ph[r]ase.

First of a few.

From Me To You[Something]

Meh...

Lullaby [2]

I don’t mean to be clichéI believe you deserve a song The only one who’ll hear itIs youThe only one who’ll own itIs you You need thisOr I need to create thisBut my point isI want to write a song For you To immortalize..

Meh-Mo-Reez

BecauseI adore youI want to capture this timeTo make you a memory I acknowledge the momentIt’s fleeting natureTurning scenes into paintingsWithin my romantic mind I absorb every wordCherish every emotionThinking of how to keep itEnsuring to never for..

Dear Mr. Crow...

A collection of pieces that mean nothing to you.

Ignis Fatuus

Passion is not we feltOur need was not savageTouching, gropingFar from the truth Our smiles stole throughLaughs turning towards gasps pants &nb..

Reality's Inconvenience.

Know what's in the bag yet?

Of course.

So unsureNot knowingThe words not relaying properly NoWaitF**k I want to say tell I need to reveal something The curtain must rise to give way To display &nbs..

This Exasperating Happiness

Fine, I admit it. Are you happy now?

The Bag.

Waking up and walking outside my apartment told me exactly how my day was going to be. Severe piles of s**t. The morning blasted me with its rays of cancerous death in an attempt to ruin my parade of doom and gloom. I am in no mood for happiness and sunshine with little buttercups talking ..

Epiphanous Timing.

The Intro, of sorts.

Finding Wonderment and White Rabbits.

A story that I have never written before and only dreamed of.

Innocent Temptations.

Are we growing up or just going down?

This Furious Beat.

Le sigh.

Thank you.

Since you guys deserve it, even if its not much.

Incantations.

Series of haikus to make a whole.

Dismal Circumstances.

This bathroomThat I’m hiding inIt smells rank I’ll cry into this towelSeparating me and the smellMe and the failure Separating truth with the lies I’m rocking myselfTo And FroSide To Side I’m singingWhispering..

Dimming Glow.

A book of thoughts with no definition.

A Tribute.

I dedicate this to NNIP and DL/RC.

Unknown: #4

Another non-poem...story is also non.

Mr. Gate Gaurdian

It was singing in my head...

Unknown: #2

It was the age of innocenceOr the age of regretWhichever was firstWhichever is next I happened upon thisCatastropheAnd so I brought youThis mixtape.From me I had to revertTo the oldType of thingThe old foolish stuffThe silly little dream I don..

Pet Name: R

It's not a poem...not a story...its nothing.

Truly. Madly. Deeply.

Just a rant. In story form.

Complete.

Pulling through mireOf stone cold flamesOf forgotten intentionsOf misnamed blamesFor your vicious attire Creates a colder fire Those eyes of greenSends down an acheComparable to deathAnd for my own sakeYou leave me, unseenYour sanity, pristine That smileThat l..

Drug Fixation.

Chemically imbalanced Membranes gone insaneMy thoughtsDripDownLikeMolassessStatic-up-reception(Making sense a thing of the past)No longerNot hereNo moreTo think..

"You confuseth me."

Dear vain one, this one, for once, isn't for you.

Something.

A character sketch.

Fl�neur.

She loves you Her breath Her voice &n..

Meaningful Trivialities.

And it has ended.