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I'm from Chicago, But“I’m from Chicago, but I live in the Moment”I'm from Chicago, But
She said, “I have a few gallons of gas in my car, but not in the tank.”
She wanted to watch something crash and burn harder than her.
She’s not crazy; she’s a speeding bullet ricocheting through a ribcage, ripping apart lung tissue like smoking a few packs of cigarettes.
She wears bags under her eyes like a fashionable accessory;
they match her outfit and the remnants of her personality.
“It’ll never be enough,” she says, “Well, who wants it to be?” &
by ~KilCillian
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white knight black tiemake me a poem, lyric of lust fill it with similes smothered in dust pour out your metaphors, fraught with distrust; dash it with diction. do as you must.white knight black tie
prove with your poem the words that you speak verbal averrances fluid yet weak- redolent with honesty? think not- they reek. prove with your lyrics the lies that you speak.
If I be broken- "shattered", you say, surely your poetry's the mend of my ways cement for the chasm I tend to display heal me, you liar. prove what you may.
make me a poem,
greatest of lies fi
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whitesheets.threeIn the early morning I am completely vulnerable, having just wakened from sleep; I am tender, unprepared, unfocused. An easy target for the memories, wide open to receive in full what the shock keeps me from feeling later. So it is, as the sky sprawls in sleepy pale rose like babies' mouths and the blue of the questioner, that I am broken open in gaping segments, pulled away one after another in an onslaught like Hitler's armies would have creamed their uniforms to see.whitesheets.three
Picture the coast of my native state, soft and crumbling quietly on its own- now aided by the corrosive catalyst that is hurricane, one after another,
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fille druqkswhen i close my eyes i dream of ecstasy kisses: the faintest suggestion of fingertips slow and sensuousfille druqks
tracing the edges of my pores so that they gape open wide,
hungry to suck,
to become black holes to which pleasure gravitates (none of those DARE classes mentioned the beauty and quite frankly, i think they keep secrets so they can keep the drugs.)
i dream of staccato singsong headrushes
brought on by bright blazes of snow on glass tables, inhaling ice till i'm diamond hard and frozen in the shape of flakes: shifting, changing, evolving only to melt and
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"Let's eat, Grandpa!"
"Let's eat Grandpa!"
Be literate. Save lives.
But the good news is, I'm not mad anymore. I've accepted the fact that you don't want to be my friend, and I've moved on. Your rejection no longer hurts me.
Anyways, have a good life and all, as this is the last time you'll be hearing from me. You can hide this comment too, that's fine. But it's probably better this way, I don't think I could have stood living with you anyway.
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"Let's eat Grandpa!"
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