insomnia and jolts of energy

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the quiet knight who couldn't sleep

for leah

zebra's blacks and zebra's whites

either way, they're lonely stripes

awareness undermines the feeling

that is vain and vain is stealing

crickets cuddle up to me

beside my bed in circuitry

reading books to get lost

my heart is turning into frost

dogs who have cysts removed

points taken and points proved

everything hush in conversation

silence can be degradation

puddles cozying into the sea

a crisp autumn gown inside of me

a few pounds to shed and surely, yes

maybe i could wear that dress

to be seen and to be desired

like all little ladies who get hired

a useless job, still room to think

a quiet life, red wine to drink

a quilt distracts while it warms

i'm misinformed of social norms

get to, got to, get out soon

my oh my, i married the moon

black is dark and dark can't reach

white behind a fenceless beach

patterns are prisons to be cherished

zebra, darling, don't be embarrassed

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face plants and all the latest fashions

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transit funeral

lest we lack reasons to look i swear i took a moment, brief and tall? me? no, Sir. if it were, you might have something to worry about. blue seats crushed all over doubt when I look at you, in my head, from an empty bed and insanity wished it made sense hence, the struggle. are you so troubled to understand and overhand and deem doom due command? alone, I force my body up smooth, vertical walls expecting no signs of breathlessness. suspecting no lines of helplessness-- grains stacked like mountains pushed up by credit cards not just snow-capped but low and chapped lips roll licked down canteens full of confidence. and daydreams spilling ambience to real situations with real people, with real lives. to hesitation with steal steeples and heel dives. all this and how it matters, shatters, batters the ladders I walk under rolling thunder sucking colour out of my words trends coming saying anti-anything is absurd. if it’s backwards, track birds and lay an egg but stay it needs warmth it heeds faith no back talk no reflection no critique no objection sanity sees solid souls and all I see are holes, holes, holes. can’t talk about things nowadays too old fashioned to tear away too much of this to sum up that can’t say it all, so that is that. try to start grant us health and watch us part wealth holds the finest art but broke we’ll be ‘til death lights dark you’ll howl, hark, scream skin on skin behind towels, sharks dream and chemicals react so I conform but smell the past it’s warm, warm, warm. we’re on a track and trains come and trains go slow I know, I know, I know.

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manic romantic

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Manic Romantic

i only come out at night

haunting your dark hallway

for the Bloodlust and the Fight

for the Violent Ballet

solace in pain from childhood

Mother Sadism gave me my name

we fake rapes like the Wild would

Father Leader, it's only a game

I told him to tie me and pull my hair

to choke me with the hatred of the Higher Love

he fills my void and adores that it's there

now shadows are looming from the graves above

it only feels right when I know that it's wrong

repentence is a degenerate's job

I know what I know and I know it lasts long

I love my burn scars from the firey mob

Pleasure, honest bliss needs no silk from a rose

Aggression's cure puts my thorns to use

my submission screams truths that no one knows

I am Freedom, but Nothing without Abuse.

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emotional blue balls and oopsy daisies

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passion's catch meets true love's match

love drawn in too harshly always leads to quick endings

it is worth more than a long relationship of frustration

what are you getting back from the time you are spending?

standing alone in front of a dark and windy bus station

and so careful, i am, to catch all the raindrops falling

so fast to clean up all the broken pieces sleeping on the ground

when this catch won't hold me back from all of my stalling

and passion's match is standing alone, just in a different town

fierceness and directness shying away in the bright lights

a proper place to live in some stranger's shoulder

for all that can't say it straight and who can't reach these heights

i will just go somewhere warmer and you can get colder

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don't hate, masturbate!

so last night i walked into the bar where my parents met, ready to dream up the scene where they caught each other's eye. i was trying to imagine the magic flying in the air. thinking that maybe if this bar hadn't been built, i wouldn't have been made.

two steps in the door and some guy straight up puked on me and my friend.

if they hadn't built that bar i wouldn't have been made OR puked on.

you win some, you lose some.

that's pretty much all i got today.

i don't pay attention to the news

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Carrying Her Curse

she’ll open the door with a welcoming smile and close it with a grin

she’ll take your medicine bottle and pour a few drops of poison in

she’ll give you a warm hug and slowly push a blade into your back

she’ll trip you while you’re running just to point out what you lack

she’ll hide her ill intentions behind a frameless impression of integrity

she’ll pretend that she is uncontrollably consumed by humility

she’ll put on a show and say the words, not knowing the definitions

she’ll say she had a feeling you would react that way, like a godly premonition

and of course,

she’ll be telling the truth, because why would she lie?

who would ever live that way? How cold and how dry!

she’ll claim she doesn’t remember all the insults she delivered

her memory, like her heart, all decayed and shriveled.

she’ll wonder why no one is around; what had she done wrong?

she’ll never self-actualize her doings until after so long

she’ll never clear the air because filth helps her breathe

she’ll be stuck in her own circus; it will be her disease

and then I look at myself and think

am I as vengeful as her?

what are these awful thoughts pouring into mon couer?

and I’ll know in my mind that I tried my best

to respect and to honour her from deep in my chest

to be loyal and trustworthy like it she was my Queen

after all,

she’s my mother and I ought to be green

still, she’ll never see the damage she’s caused

I showed her the bruises and she barely paused

she just stares at me blankly pretending to listen

she’s busy polishing her past, pretending it glistens.

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