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- jump at allpoetry
you are a suspension bridge
- wireless at allpoetry
where can i cut out the sky tonight? - don't ever start at allpoetry
soft warmth and eerie blue
i'll admit i wanted to - taste test at allpoetry
lip locked, tongue tied, forgiveable - subrosa at allpoetry
subrosa- latin for "under the rose", a term meaning "in secret." [just so that you understand.] - bathroom mirror at allpoetry
warm cast lighting and soft imagery. - my favorite shade of gray at allpoetry
it's a light blue smoke on your eyelashes / did you know that it's my favorite color? / it keeps me on my knees / i'm not able to withstand it / it's my favorite shade of gray / and i'll never understand it. - overcast eyes at allpoetry
so. / it's me / and you. / and we're driving down the road. / you. / are like the sky surrounding us / the pressure of the storm clouds pushing me down. / as you press my heartbeat into the - three months to live at allpoetry
and so i stare at the screen and laugh, because, really, what else can i do? / i never could find the right thing to say. / so i guess it doesn't matter that a million perfect words are going through m - up to no good. down in the gutter. at allpoetry
this is the third time tonight that i've felt my head explode. / wanna lick the thoughts off the pieces of my broken skull? / wanna taste whats long been sickened, twisted, fucked untill it's dull? / will you dig - airplanes and wings at allpoetry
all my shooting stars are air planes / suspended up there in the sky / all my dream disintegrate in smoke / all those stars flicker and die / tear your fucking wings apart. - sometimes. at allpoetry
sometimes you can't break through and see / choked up on docters crack pot dreams / redeem the the seamless angry screams / bi polar oposite extreams. / .x. / how can you see perfection here? / with rain - good days, bad nights. at allpoetry
i have a problem. i can't seem to make the words sound right. poetry comes easy. regular speaking does not. i can't say what i mean without it sounding a certain way. a way i don't mean. i'm trying to make sense. i wish i cou - life, perforated at allpoetry
nap time, / blood type, / automatic hunger strike, / these weather veins / [in these wrists] / sing swichblade / [you don't exist] / death date, / so belated, / left with life - coma at allpoetry
footsteps thunder down the street / [sleep baby sleep] / the noise drowns out your pulse drumbeat / [induce this coma, fathoms deep] / dig up trenches, drenched in blood / [as chlorophom engulfs your lung] / to si
