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You bite into me with your pitbull teeth
and carnivorous incisors,
sinking them slow into my gentle neck,
then like waves you crash into my harbor,
crushing my lungs,
scraping up against my skin
with hands made of coral reef,
you even steal my fingertips
because I don't need the sense of touch
to feel you,
so, as saltwater, you surround me,
encasing every limb with lots of bubbles,
leaving me wondering why you smell of
small strange apples and the sound of my heart
pulsing upon the ocean floor.
and carnivorous incisors,
sinking them slow into my gentle neck,
then like waves you crash into my harbor,
crushing my lungs,
scraping up against my skin
with hands made of coral reef,
you even steal my fingertips
because I don't need the sense of touch
to feel you,
so, as saltwater, you surround me,
encasing every limb with lots of bubbles,
leaving me wondering why you smell of
small strange apples and the sound of my heart
pulsing upon the ocean floor.
Literature
In the pretext of sleep
In the pretext of sleep, my mind wanders even though I am physically exhausted. I can feel the dull ache of my tiring body slowly cooling down and relaxing. Surely, my conscious realizes that it’s time to be resting my body. The second this thought of rest arrives, it is rudely interrupted by the overwhelming thoughts of the wandering mind. I can feel my thoughts ranging from the tiniest of incidents that happened throughout the day, to my deepest insecurities. The worst part about this entire charade is that its intensity gets more when I’m the most spent physically. I guess its just a part and parcel of being an introverted over
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Crawling through our skin
Not just a little paper cut
Its an opening to a higher voltage
To habits we cant break any longer
While we try to find a cure from the inside
A cure for something itching across our skin
Dont runaway another day
I never meant it when I said, Dont stay
Please dont let us become forgotten
It wont be a part of me that cant take that
My entire being would succumb to numbness
The foreword to my eulogy, In the end
After that very first night
Lying away from you tore me apart
But after a while
Whenever I was with you
Youd start pus
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Eucalyptus.
i.
five bottles of light
rest on my window;
they are small,
coloured
ii.
there are stories and
stories
of sex, hidden in the
handbag;
black leather,
I could never tell
iii.
a list of ten, more
reasons to
love you;
a justification
iv.
more humid than rain;
my whole is saturated,
tired
v.
monday was lust;
tuesday boredom;
wednesday digust; and
today, I am
apathetic.
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I'm taking a poetry class this quarter and we were given a few lists of some random words that we had to turn into a poem. This list included: steal, crushing, strange small apples, harbor, and pitbulls. Who knew they'd turn out like this? Haha
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wow thats a weird combo of words haha but turned out beautifully