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Cerebral Affair
Burlesque Noir just hit the fan
and the room is now spinning
like leopard coats and vodka tonics and
I promise I will reduce you to nothing more than Conception
Destruction Unearthment and a Labeless Husk.
The medium through which I work is Prophetic Regulation
and through this sight Apple Girls will see the reason behind the worm.
She takes a bite and...
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Burlesque Noir just hit the fan
and the room is now spinning
like leopard coats and vodka tonics and
I promise I will reduce you to nothing more than Conception
Destruction Unearthment and a Labeless Husk.
The medium through which I work is Prophetic Regulation
and through this sight Apple Girls will see the reason behind the worm.
She takes a bite and...
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joxster9:
I really like this. Some very interesting lines in there, like flakes of silver teeth in kuchen.
One hundred and four keys on a keyboard. As she sticks a needle in her eye she drains her cornea over each one separately, spelling out a suicide note. Two hours later her brother lights a blunt and burns the entire house down with her in it.
. ...
. ...
joxster9:
Nice.
What did the note say?
What did the note say?
zepp101:
what happened next?
Politics Of Cars.
Never waiting for a thank you
after the rain stops
and the blood congeals
in the corner of your shower.
The tile is crimson
and I am shredded,
peeled apart from your knife
like I was your apple child.
Your woman to destroy.
With hands of ice
and a quick mouth
you press your message
into my breast
and mark me as...
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Never waiting for a thank you
after the rain stops
and the blood congeals
in the corner of your shower.
The tile is crimson
and I am shredded,
peeled apart from your knife
like I was your apple child.
Your woman to destroy.
With hands of ice
and a quick mouth
you press your message
into my breast
and mark me as...
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thinkinanalog:
I'm quite fond of this one. Your imagery is always very powerful.
nateb:
Yes good imagery and feeling here, great metaphor and analogy.
wake-up-maze
a maze of halls
a maze of black doors
a maze of trapped strangers
do you believe in god?
you faceless fuck,
speak...
speak///
speak.
there are fields of corn where we used to lay
and my eyes would rest with yours.
deep velvet dirt coming up roses
splattering bullets of bloodred petals.
can we go back?
can we return?
do you believe
in____________....
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a maze of halls
a maze of black doors
a maze of trapped strangers
do you believe in god?
you faceless fuck,
speak...
speak///
speak.
there are fields of corn where we used to lay
and my eyes would rest with yours.
deep velvet dirt coming up roses
splattering bullets of bloodred petals.
can we go back?
can we return?
do you believe
in____________....
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Koi
I know there are others.
Other cat prowling scratch scratch
right up to his wooden heart
and lynx, bobcat grin in his
underlying message of cum and fame.
He lays me hard like a feline should be
not bread, not feather, not silk.
Paws spread wide pads drip red
over my shirt over my jeans
this little kitty went to the market
and killed...
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I know there are others.
Other cat prowling scratch scratch
right up to his wooden heart
and lynx, bobcat grin in his
underlying message of cum and fame.
He lays me hard like a feline should be
not bread, not feather, not silk.
Paws spread wide pads drip red
over my shirt over my jeans
this little kitty went to the market
and killed...
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chika:
love your writing girll
thinkinanalog:
If you keep posting poetry like this I'm going to have to expand my vocabulary so I can express just how much I like it.
Incendiary Bubble Pop and Eye
There is no other here
by my side
or in my arms
and so I wait
lightly weakened
and slightly blank
the thieves
at my back
burning and coddling
my bones
and my blood
trying to steal
bits of hair
and teeth
but I stay whole
and reinforced
I stay here
weakened
but alive
and
waiting
waiting
waiting
patient as...
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There is no other here
by my side
or in my arms
and so I wait
lightly weakened
and slightly blank
the thieves
at my back
burning and coddling
my bones
and my blood
trying to steal
bits of hair
and teeth
but I stay whole
and reinforced
I stay here
weakened
but alive
and
waiting
waiting
waiting
patient as...
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thinkinanalog:
Beautiful. I like it.
karaissmokin:
that was truly beautiful
I lay into the ocean
and bleed.
The little fins of
silvery fish appear
and I see the mouths
opening to drink
from my arms.
I feel complete
in this circle.
The fish slide
down my throat
like gritty jell-o.
I am fierce and smooth
as cat silk.
When I speak my words come
out in little alabaster drops
and float through the air
like...
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and bleed.
The little fins of
silvery fish appear
and I see the mouths
opening to drink
from my arms.
I feel complete
in this circle.
The fish slide
down my throat
like gritty jell-o.
I am fierce and smooth
as cat silk.
When I speak my words come
out in little alabaster drops
and float through the air
like...
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thinkinanalog:
I <3 your poetry.
I love the "alabaster drops" and "porcelain bubbles" part the best.
I love the "alabaster drops" and "porcelain bubbles" part the best.
vaughannegut:
Thanks for the nice comments on my formless poetry...if it can even be called that.
Friends?
Is your writing deeply personal?
Friends?
Is your writing deeply personal?
this animal
ache
will penetrate
the stars
not stopping to lick clouds
or envelope sky
the animal
claw
will tear through solar flares
sparks of sun and moon ink
dripping in falls
of fur and oil spills
shooting bullets of WARship
whizzing past my eardrums
(they beat to a pattern of capitalism)
this animal
will bite
through its cage
of sugar thighs
and
fleshy petals...
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ache
will penetrate
the stars
not stopping to lick clouds
or envelope sky
the animal
claw
will tear through solar flares
sparks of sun and moon ink
dripping in falls
of fur and oil spills
shooting bullets of WARship
whizzing past my eardrums
(they beat to a pattern of capitalism)
this animal
will bite
through its cage
of sugar thighs
and
fleshy petals...
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slave:
Love it!
zenofshaolin:
...what? lol i think i need to read this more than once -_-
"Who are you?"
"The woodsman."
"Who am I?"
"The closer."
"Uh huh."
"What can you see?"
"Palgrave's Golden Treasury."