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your eyes slit these wrists and kill me so much better
than i ever did
New Sad Poetry April
Not as much writing to publish here recently because I've been dividing my thoughts between here and another site. It's sort of anonymous, so I can't link it here, but you're welcome to send in a commet and ask for the url.
the fever broke and
flesh congealed again. but on the other side of sickness was not where wellness
stood.
August 24, 2005
can anyone actually
save themselves. when they're drowning. when they're suffocating. can it actually
be done.
April 22, 2005
March 4, 2005
i didn't mean to, but i became. the kind of person that knows themselves so well that everyone else, they can only be strangers.
February 22, 2005
to move with the worm under the earth. without any need for eyes. nothing to see. just feel. feel the hurt.
9-03-04
gradually i watch it happen. seeds that become blades of grass poking from the sand. gradually i watch it grow in my heart like that.
9-13-04
all my loves are suicide. all my lovers razor blades.
5-28-04
drink me now. a sweet glass of wine. that love does ferment in the same way. grows more intoxicating day by day.
5-30-04
i feel so lost. especially when the sun shines.
that it accentuates how dark. how dark is my life.
April 6, 2004
i should've tried harder not to be born. when i was still that fetus swimming in my mother's womb. i should've tried harder not to be conceived when i was still just that egg and all those sperm were raping me.
May 19, 2004
don't feed me full of happiness and then force me to throw it up.
january 18, 2004
living is just the slowest way to die
december 12, 2003
hearts make no sound
as they break. quiet as an empty grave
november 10, 2003
connected.
as the butterfly effect. gently a heart's wings flap and a tornado is born in
another's chest
october 30, 2003
playing
tennis with sex. back and forth go the temptations until one hits the net
july 22, 2003
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sometimes
i think it would be nice to be fragile. then maybe once in a while someone would
be gentle
i feel so lost, especially when the sun shines, that
it accentuates how dark, how dark is my life.