metal & skin (ii.)

it feels

better if

you close

your eyes,

count to

three, and

pretend you

are bleeding

quaint stardust

instead of

putrid blood.

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metal & skin (i.)

it hurts

less if

you don’t

stop to

t h i n k.

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An Artist’s Love

may it be piano

or a guitar, i’ll

play it for you

may it be a pen

or quill, i’ll write

unfettered true

no matter how

many fingers i

break or bruise,

for you my dear

i’ll endure every

blister and callous.

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hurting two hearts with one poem

two birds hit

with one hard stone

but they refused

to admit that

the truth broke

their bones.

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Fools, Faces, and Forgetting Failures

Oh demon alcohol
Sad memories I cannot recall
Who thought I would say
Damn it all and blow it all…

~*~

Play the game of fools and faces

Ambling past with phonetic races

In alleyways and brandy tankards

Spurring girls alongside bastards

This night is thin like a toothache

Pull out wisdoms simply to irritate

Call for the shots of drunken stars

Losing glow against whiskey bars

Swimming thoughts, nausea wave

Heartless vultures scavenge stave

Tipsy slurs of unromantic promise

The one night stand with a premise

Inebriation and foxy lady nictitation

Three cheers for it, cold abnegation

Angel pills of androgen adolescents

High on hell, pubescent punishment

Let’s play the game of fools and faces

Eating pavement and bloodshot gazes

Have a last sip of regret, just to be sure

You’ll forget forget anyways, it’s all a blur.

~*~

Oh demon alcohol
Memories I cannot recall
Who thought I would fall
A slave to demon alcohol?

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natural wonders

your laugh

was not built

to withstand

a millennia of

sandstorms

and time wars

for centuries,

it’s okay if you

wear it down

.

but if you really

persist to be a

natural wonder,

then at least

find someone

who’ll cement

your smile back

when it degrades

into a frown.

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say that the night sings along

tiredness

melting my bones

into bitter milk

and liquid silver

melting

like an icy dream

trapped in an

iceberg madness

madness

of a turbid crown

piercing my

screaming flesh

screaming

a laryngitis screaming

as the strangled

bracelets acted

acted as manacles

melting into reverie

melted over

like a thousand

sleepless nights

caught up in the rain

a rain

rain of blood and

agony on the

spiral staircase steps

footsteps

every step an arrow

lodged in my achilles heel

tearing ligaments

striking joints

lacerating tendons

lacerated

like the crying veins

serpentine in my

bloodshot eyes

blinded eyes

don’t close my eyes

i might never wake

never arise again

again i fall into repose

falling—

and if you do

do not disturb me

from the everlasting sleep

i don’t deserve

s l e e p . . .

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Of Friends and Razor Blades

“I swear to god I did what I could, I practically begged you, I pretended everything was fine…!”

~*~

I’m stretching up for your fingertips

I’m starving for your acerbic glance

I’m singing loudly so you’d hear me

And give my lungs another chance

To expel all its empty explanations

And keep you from my nightmares

I reek of bloodlust and desperation

On wishes that I didn’t fucking care

And I loathe every beat of your soul

‘Cause it strikes my heart so painful

I’m a gun loaded with covetousness

And I hate I can’t clean up this mess

It is better off that way, they’ll all say

Why torture our life on moral decay?

We are too explosive, we all detonate

It’s best for burned towns to separate

But goddamn, you are too contagious

And despite the fact we are malicious

I’d rather endure pain to be your friend

Than to unravel my bandages but see it end.

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[w]ill

is it bad

that i wish

you ill

just so you

would

learn how it

feels?

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tremors

i couldn’t

tell if

it’s from

trepidation

or from

anticipation.

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