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in[flu]ence

I have the fever all warmed up

For the poor sick little head

They’ll cry as they sleep, though

Still refused to get out of bed

I’ve got the fever all warmed up

For the screaming of the choir

I only caused a quiet grey smoke

But he still sets himself on fire.

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ápeiros

You were my mockingbird darling;

Caught in between my smileless teeth

As the universe revolved without wonder

.

My cigarette lungs are no good for you

But the cobalt in your stare was all I needed

To get away from a summer-set heaven

.

I must have lost ambrosia on my tongue; as

Your ichor paints over the autumn gloom on my face

And every infinite thought of ours ceases to exist.

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grow up

overwhelming senses

of foreshadowed reality—

and a lost child blindly

looking for a way out

with dark minds and numb

hands, never knowing that

he was walking deeper in

and further away from the light.

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tropes

you’ve

turned me

into just

another cliche

but now that

i’m ordinary

you won’t

even watch me.

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outcry

i n s a n i t y

like decadent lies

is best left cold

as the heart is left

simply to d i e.

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wraithed

i love how

you think that

you’re okay

because of a

few struggles

against tidal waves

i love how you

feel that you are

what matters most

when all you are

is just another

self-centered ghost.

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Arsonist

It feels like there’s a raging fire within my chest—

And I want it to burn everything inside and out

.

My lungs, my heart, my throat; I want it to replace my breathing,

Escape the confines of my ribcage and devour my skin whole

.

Swallow my reckless body as if I was nothing, and spit it out in faded ashes

And finally burn out like a last word at the tip of my nonexistent tongue.

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lost at sea

Can you tell me what hurts more
Is it remembering, or forgetting
The past that once was ours?
Am I remembering
Still remembering, or forgetting?

~*~

bring the driftwood

i call my own heart

back to the safe shore

and brush off the splinters

from your open ribs…

remember that without you,

i would not be found—

but never forget that you

were the one who lost

me in the first place.

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Bury The Night

I told myself, I’m tired
Of holding up your backup plans
Go down your list and be satisfied
If all you have is not enough…

~*~

No, I can’t rest

With the taste of you

All over the living room walls

.

A mocking shadow

That appears to grow

The closer midnight falls

.

Love, I can’t sleep

With the taste of you

Numbing out the lights

.

The silhouettes pray

In the shape of dismay

I can’t dream under your night.

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fixers

please mend me

if i never cared

about you enough to

tell you what to do

.

please mend me

if you don’t care

about me enough to

tell me why you do.

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