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She is hooked on porcupine, quills up in her veins
Rushing a sea of cancer crabs to bloody tulip peaks
All the river ever puts out is what you want it to see
There is black and heart attacks underground running deep
Honesty is a tragedy, it's much better to clean a fish of it's meat
Down the throbbing spine, suckling the bone, the blood your seed
How are you today? You're looking quite okay
For all you've gone through to just to hide your knees
How are you today? You're looking quite okay
For someone who's smashed the crack into her teeth
Is it shaming, is it blaming, or responsibility?
Not the latter, you filled your platter considerably
Consuming flesh for two the mantis eats the shattered head
Of a broken hearted lover scorned asleep in bed
Honesty is a tragedy, you don't have a gun but the weapon's complete
Down the throbbing spine, shivers the intimately meek
How are you today? You're looking quite okay
For all you've gone through to just to hide your knees
How are you today? You're looking quite okay
For someone who's smashed the crack into her teeth
Hate what he hates, and love what he loves
Releasing your venus fly trap out for your drug
I only ask you to bond yourself to a leash
Cause you don't know how not to use your teeth
Honesty is honestly the hardest thing to find
Honestly your honesty is a cry we never mind
How are you today? You're looking quite okay
For all you've gone through to just to hide your knees
How are you today? You're looking quite okay
For someone who's smashed the crack into her teeth
Smashing the crack in her teeth
Smashing the crack in her teeth
Smashing the crack into me
Lover's coffin smashing under me
Rushing a sea of cancer crabs to bloody tulip peaks
All the river ever puts out is what you want it to see
There is black and heart attacks underground running deep
Honesty is a tragedy, it's much better to clean a fish of it's meat
Down the throbbing spine, suckling the bone, the blood your seed
How are you today? You're looking quite okay
For all you've gone through to just to hide your knees
How are you today? You're looking quite okay
For someone who's smashed the crack into her teeth
Is it shaming, is it blaming, or responsibility?
Not the latter, you filled your platter considerably
Consuming flesh for two the mantis eats the shattered head
Of a broken hearted lover scorned asleep in bed
Honesty is a tragedy, you don't have a gun but the weapon's complete
Down the throbbing spine, shivers the intimately meek
How are you today? You're looking quite okay
For all you've gone through to just to hide your knees
How are you today? You're looking quite okay
For someone who's smashed the crack into her teeth
Hate what he hates, and love what he loves
Releasing your venus fly trap out for your drug
I only ask you to bond yourself to a leash
Cause you don't know how not to use your teeth
Honesty is honestly the hardest thing to find
Honestly your honesty is a cry we never mind
How are you today? You're looking quite okay
For all you've gone through to just to hide your knees
How are you today? You're looking quite okay
For someone who's smashed the crack into her teeth
Smashing the crack in her teeth
Smashing the crack in her teeth
Smashing the crack into me
Lover's coffin smashing under me
Literature
Weeds
We are famous amongst the stars
I am sure
This small little blue and greeny brown rock
In the back of some Alien filing cabinet
"Life: yes"
"Intelligence:"
There scribbled in some hyper-advanced red pen
"Still Under Review"
Our Clanging About
So distinctly arrogant
Is surely why we do not receive
Visitors
Proclamations of Superiority
Declarations of Righteousness
Thesis of Aptitude
Rumblings of War
Oh yes
We are very sure of ourselves
As we drool on our pacifiers
Play with the Elements like blocks
And Yet
Something so small
An Organism accidentally released
Sends us cowering to our campfires again
A Fell Wind approaches
All our Bluster
Literature
Born to Fly
I saw a boy with a kite on his back,
It was big and red, and considerably taller than the boy,
He ran down the street, his arms spread wide,
Laughing – he ran by me.
I turned to watch him go and read the words printed on the kite;
They were bold and black,
They said: "Born to Fly…"
As I continued to watch him run, arms spread wide
The boy began to flap his arms furiously – like wings.
Every beat of his arms in perfect time with the sound of his running footfalls,
I watched in awe as he leapt into the air,
And soared up into the sky, never threatening to fall.
He circled overhead, laughing in delight,
Then he flew a
Literature
Forging Foundations
there is part of me that knows these walls
in the same ways I know
unrequited was the dream I used to tie my strings to,
unrequited was the hope I used to fill myself up,
unrequited is just a word I used to be friends with
because you've crooked your fingers
into the hooks of my jeans
and you've hooked my heart,
dangling, a stranger to safety
learning how to let someone lead--
there is a piece of me that fears these feelings
like I fear insects that sting, like I fear wildfires that rage,
like I fear porcelain dolls
with cracked faces and scarred chests
because so far in this life,
all the beautiful things I've ever held
have come to me brok
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Inspired by a little someone famous, I read something she'd said and felt a little song was in order. It's about pride, duplicity, and lust, if you don't catch some imagery. Who and what I'm critiquing, you figure out.
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