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Maybe we're love struck
or just freaks with chemistry.
Maybe we'll exist beyond tomorrow.
I don't concern myself
with such things.
I exist purely for the moment
as it beckons me to see:
locked doors and fantasies,
searching for extremes.
Discovering limits to push beyond,
fulfilling the wildest of dreams.
With no laws from governed society,
no barbed wire to get in the way,
no keep out signs or rules to abide by,
just instinct and a will to play.
So follow me over the edge,
let us thrash and wreck the way.
All I ask in return:
a pleasant distraction to ease the pain;
something to cloud my thoughts and mind.
Let me escape the day to day.
or just freaks with chemistry.
Maybe we'll exist beyond tomorrow.
I don't concern myself
with such things.
I exist purely for the moment
as it beckons me to see:
locked doors and fantasies,
searching for extremes.
Discovering limits to push beyond,
fulfilling the wildest of dreams.
With no laws from governed society,
no barbed wire to get in the way,
no keep out signs or rules to abide by,
just instinct and a will to play.
So follow me over the edge,
let us thrash and wreck the way.
All I ask in return:
a pleasant distraction to ease the pain;
something to cloud my thoughts and mind.
Let me escape the day to day.
Literature
thyroidal cartilage
i held a bird between my hands,
swallow's throat twitching in laryngeal spasms.
when i whispered gently,
lips millimeters from its ear,
'you are mine; there is nothing you can do'
it struggled, beak clicking like talon-fingernails on porcelain
i didn't mean to let it free, i swear.
it beat me back with a single shining look;
beaded gaze bruising, breaking capillaries and
bringing blood to the surface.
i would have gotten a black eye if i wasn't careful.
i wasn't.
careful, i mean. i was never careful.
with mirrored eyes i watched it fly,
wings beating in time to my heart.
my breath was a cloud of smoke,
droplets condensing
Literature
if you listen you can hear it
I believe that there is something more tender than
even the rain, as its bloated tendrils
corrupt the soil and draw things forth
(be still and look at the lilies, lilies)
and more brilliant than muttered oaths, than
slimy fingers searching twistingly
for salvation (like blind worms)
in the folds of another stranger's skirt
and every insect that has probing ears
can listen for the silent,
insane screaming
(I love you)
Literature
You didn't know...
Words fell down and forests grew.
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Gotta love those distractions.
Update: major over haul. Still may be a mistake or two, feel free to let me know.
Update: major over haul. Still may be a mistake or two, feel free to let me know.
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I like it 
One small thing, that probably doesn't even matter because most people say it like that, but it should be barbed wire.
Sorry, I'm picky with random stuff like that.
Please forgive me.
One small thing, that probably doesn't even matter because most people say it like that, but it should be barbed wire.
Sorry, I'm picky with random stuff like that.
Please forgive me.