Poetry Post
Oi i still have to go through my whole fucking journal and tag all my poetry that i do not have copies of anywhere else.
anyway. i haven't slept for quite some time. so. here we go.
New York Is Not For Lovers: Part I
Posted and reminded
Blood stained coffee stains
Your sunglasses are the real deal
i dry out my responses
Unveil me
You never heard me laugh
i revolve around foreign obstacles
i wanted every location to be a rendezvous
But i have learned one thing over the history of December's suicides
You should only go there alone
You should only come here alone
Forget fencing and riding
Floating and diving
Call back your hearts
i'm a verbal gymnast when i need to be
And my voice feels best when it is in a jar
i can cut all of you like glass
i have read all these stories before
Fucking boxed living
You should never come here unless you are alone
New York, New York
You're the worse place to visit
When you're in love
Dunhill Desire
Apple juice or lemonade
Wishes that are made in June
Are the ones that come true
But dropping that
On my face
Is just folding me in this month
While you ride
And look up at the ceiling
Walls collide
i close my eyes and i die
For as long as i can stand it
i want to suffocate
i want to fatefully sink into my bed
And into a new world
And as you cry
And find words that will be twisted and denied in the near future
i will be awoken
i will rise
My face drenched in your juices
i know you can see it in my eyes
i've been let down
i've been horribly let down
And i wish you were someone else
Pentobarbital and Future Planning
Relax yourself
Sew yourself inward
i unzip my head from ear to ear
and i pour you in
i need waves that are flavored with honey
Wrong turns made under the truest of denials
So you welcome me
And i have the cash
This world is uplifting
Harassing horses
Making love under stars
That will never ever exist
i wish you knew
i wish you called when everything was meant to die
all that you needed to say was:
"Call it off. Please call this off"
I blind your veins
I breathe in
Bleach everything
i don't want anything ruined
Fangs
Those are fangs
i unzip myself
And slide into nothingness
Playskool
The touch of leaves
Under your skin
This is how i rise now
Tagged and regaining sophisticated nerves
The one needed to regress
The scent of flowers
Just touch me
i can't answer any questions
i don't even know what this means
or what it is for
But you need to touch me
Flower
Fucking nice
i love running into you
All summer'd up and standing proud
You push your health into my face
i can smell you
Anyone can fucking smell you
What do you suppose you're putting into my head?
You will never know
i see you
And i wish so much
To have someone to give you to
This Is Why I Can't Have Nice Things!
Calling all fears
We got a live one here
Taped together and smelling like dirt and mold
The cold has no effect on you, sweetie
Rotting and dying like my severed fingers
In your pockets
i comfortably sit myself down on a sinking kitchen floor
And watch as your falsely colored lips slowly part
And you whisper to my forehead:
"This was why i picked you"
I'm stabbed with the sounds of a cunt
My mind is translating quicker than you realize
And i am woken up
i am not looking forward to this moment
anyway. i haven't slept for quite some time. so. here we go.
New York Is Not For Lovers: Part I
Posted and reminded
Blood stained coffee stains
Your sunglasses are the real deal
i dry out my responses
Unveil me
You never heard me laugh
i revolve around foreign obstacles
i wanted every location to be a rendezvous
But i have learned one thing over the history of December's suicides
You should only go there alone
You should only come here alone
Forget fencing and riding
Floating and diving
Call back your hearts
i'm a verbal gymnast when i need to be
And my voice feels best when it is in a jar
i can cut all of you like glass
i have read all these stories before
Fucking boxed living
You should never come here unless you are alone
New York, New York
You're the worse place to visit
When you're in love
Dunhill Desire
Apple juice or lemonade
Wishes that are made in June
Are the ones that come true
But dropping that
On my face
Is just folding me in this month
While you ride
And look up at the ceiling
Walls collide
i close my eyes and i die
For as long as i can stand it
i want to suffocate
i want to fatefully sink into my bed
And into a new world
And as you cry
And find words that will be twisted and denied in the near future
i will be awoken
i will rise
My face drenched in your juices
i know you can see it in my eyes
i've been let down
i've been horribly let down
And i wish you were someone else
Pentobarbital and Future Planning
Relax yourself
Sew yourself inward
i unzip my head from ear to ear
and i pour you in
i need waves that are flavored with honey
Wrong turns made under the truest of denials
So you welcome me
And i have the cash
This world is uplifting
Harassing horses
Making love under stars
That will never ever exist
i wish you knew
i wish you called when everything was meant to die
all that you needed to say was:
"Call it off. Please call this off"
I blind your veins
I breathe in
Bleach everything
i don't want anything ruined
Fangs
Those are fangs
i unzip myself
And slide into nothingness
Playskool
The touch of leaves
Under your skin
This is how i rise now
Tagged and regaining sophisticated nerves
The one needed to regress
The scent of flowers
Just touch me
i can't answer any questions
i don't even know what this means
or what it is for
But you need to touch me
Flower
Fucking nice
i love running into you
All summer'd up and standing proud
You push your health into my face
i can smell you
Anyone can fucking smell you
What do you suppose you're putting into my head?
You will never know
i see you
And i wish so much
To have someone to give you to
This Is Why I Can't Have Nice Things!
Calling all fears
We got a live one here
Taped together and smelling like dirt and mold
The cold has no effect on you, sweetie
Rotting and dying like my severed fingers
In your pockets
i comfortably sit myself down on a sinking kitchen floor
And watch as your falsely colored lips slowly part
And you whisper to my forehead:
"This was why i picked you"
I'm stabbed with the sounds of a cunt
My mind is translating quicker than you realize
And i am woken up
i am not looking forward to this moment