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you say this sounds like
a bad time
but i think this is the best time;
the best time for you to see who i really am,
who i become in the instant the wolves aren't looking
and who i am when i can't be me much longer.
don't be afraid if you find me with a colorful
drink that reeks of Russia and a slash of a bro/ken
smile: it's me, and i'm still here, but i'm
just trying to survive in a torn-up world.
a bad time
but i think this is the best time;
the best time for you to see who i really am,
who i become in the instant the wolves aren't looking
and who i am when i can't be me much longer.
don't be afraid if you find me with a colorful
drink that reeks of Russia and a slash of a bro/ken
smile: it's me, and i'm still here, but i'm
just trying to survive in a torn-up world.
Literature
When I Come to See You
When I come to see you
I’ll bring sparkling wine
And we’ll spill it on the floor.
I’ll be ready for your smile.
When your arms are round me
With my belly pressed to yours,
I’ll close my longing eyes.
I’ll be ready for your soul.
And in the early morning
I will open out our fingers
And silently I’ll go.
Deep breath.
Not ready yet.
Literature
warmer and warmer
the drapes
greet me
an unpleasant
morning.
the sink
drip
drip
drips
again
& the tiles
are colder barefoot.
there is a pile of
newspapers on the
marble counter
& dead quiet
in the air-
until steam
billows from
the coffee mug.
sunlight
beams in the room
like a visitor
& breakfast
comes in with
a sweet smile.
it was 6:30 when
i was alone,
but 7:00
arrived
like a neighbor
& i am happy.
i have myself,
oversized t-shirt
& messy hair
& the warm
comfort of my
own skin.
i was alone.
i'm not anymore.
Literature
Hate
I hate
I hate well
I hate feverishly
I am the churning acid in your stomach
I am the blood pounding in your head
I am the white-knuckled fist clenching to strike
I am the red haze dimming your eyes
and clouding your mind
I am the rage that lashes out at the weak
the small and defenseless
justified by tears and fueled by alcohol
I hate passionately
I am the shaking in your hands
and grinding teeth
nails digging into your palms
I am everything you hate
boiling to the surface in a froth of
bile
blood
and excrement
I am the indiscriminate spray of bullets
at the school
church
nightclub
I am the madman raving on the news
heaping blame
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full title -- I'm Keeping You On This Goddamn Line if It's the Last Thing I Do (Tonight)
i don't like the breaking of the word 'broken'.
any suggestions? because just spaces was getting to be
too cliche.
true story, kids.
stay in school.
[edit:] world, Y U NO LET ME USE BACK SLASH?
i don't like the breaking of the word 'broken'.
any suggestions? because just spaces was getting to be
too cliche.
true story, kids.
stay in school.
[edit:] world, Y U NO LET ME USE BACK SLASH?
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