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your eyes slit these wrists and kill me so much better
than i ever did
knowing life is a scab, a crusty, bloody seal of a wound. and wanting so much to pick at.
Sad Poems
by the alcoholic poet.
3-27-03 thursday 8pm brick NJ
how soon is now? how long is forever? what is it about you that never lets me stop loving you?
when yesterday greets tomorrow with that wicked grin she sometimes flaunts don't take for granted the weather will be as predicted. it never is. don't take for granted that i can't not. someday it just might happen. and then yesterday will laugh at tomorrow as she scratches in those new scars.
how is the rhyme? how is the why? in your world the light is different from it is mine. in your world is sometimes where i wish that i could live. sweet highs making love to memory's charming poets.
how soon is now? how long is then? when the heart vows can the mind ever forget? when the heart vows the imprint is permanent. but new pages could turn. new ink can flow. the words dance on the edge of my pain. sharp and quick.cutting their feet to bleed out the sorrow.
sex is fast and fleeting. that pefect feeling much too brief. but inside the pleasure. hidden just below its thin skin are the reasons i keep asking you back again. sex is just sex. sex never gave me one good reason to seek it. but hidden under the cloak of the pleasure is an intimacy that makes breathing worth the effort. that makes six months fade away in an instant. you don't even have to touch me. all i need is your presense. all i need is your breath on my flesh and i am alive again.
how soon is now? how long is then? how many months until you let me live again?
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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.