hey you.it seems senseless continuing to check this thing when i can't even write for you anymore...
any objections, feel free.
i have written, it's just not for you.
i don't know... maybe i am overreacting.
~maslowmassacre
beneath stars.Newest
mermaid markets.the bulbous mass is moving with movement. fat and meat clinging to the frame. green light flashing. constant red pinprick. leaving static marks on writhing naked torso. loathing folds.mermaid markets.
burning my core every night. wanting more from my dead weight body. my arms moving- weight distribution shifting every moment. active not passive intervention on my part. need more involuntary control too... i believe firmly that i walk with the slightest swagger. it makes me self conscious...
i can't believe the number of times i told myself that i'd never be this person.
by ~maslowmassacre
untitled:this dream has no name. the title for a thought is formless and exists in a realm of god. here we don't know god. but we know of this [horses chanting in a million beats: [love!]] i can taste on my tongue shower scum. my formless idea supports itself.untitled:
when i once let in, the extremes, i felt. and extremes were heard around me. i knew things that i could know. and i claimed them. then we existed and did not exist. and i claimed it.
i can hear my ears pushing blood. there is a dull pressure in my gut. and i have a bruise from a dream a night ago.
the sk
by ~maslowmassacre
the commonest colds.a common cold.the commonest colds.
the sea levels are rising. phlegm is rising sharply. constrictions of the abdomen. the courting of lungs that shift reciprocally. the throat is shaved clean of the mucous membrane and epidermis. letting cold water burn the nerve endings exposed. the swaying fields of box jellyfish recover from the storm, and will now tug at each other for eternity [a field of wires] a telegraph pole stands firm on the ocean floor. a rotten telemetry has become mute. we have become deaf. i run before the universe naked and disgusted. i turn in on myself. relative refrain st
by ~maslowmassacre
gum-ball infinity of us.i was feeding on the marrow of my loves one arm. left me there, clutching to it, insane. a hurricane in my soul.gum-ball infinity of us.
the coldest dead seek me out and suck deeply. i feel my breathing shallower than life itself. i breathe inversely and begin to frenzy.
by ~maslowmassacre
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whichlightNimbus, or stratus, or cumulus, or cirrus The ashen clouds, dead with grey Trickle down their lost pain Lost rainwhichlight
Caress the deprived earth with a soft shower Brighten and quench the fading grass The dusty dirt turns to luscious mud And the treetops appear polished with wet
Ideas float into and out of my mind Like little honeybees to pansies Idly I saunter down the bedewed sidewalks As tiny rain droplets tickle my pale skin
The sky, the sidewalk, the buildings All are leaden grey, colorless as cinders My sneakers squelch in the soggy soppy
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Time lost days.The whispers of poets linger in the backward steps of thought, No time for tears as solace betrays the meeker of sets, We speak of things to elevate us to a higher pretentiousness, Killing off the dreams we feel that we can no longer live, Sense of purposelessness drained by insignificance,Time lost days.
The more that time passes; we continue though days unseen, Unable to discern differences between yesterdays, Criticize all the fears that wrap you in the darkness, We see nothing streaming away like water though hands, Punishments handed out by choices, with no sense of penance.
We b
by ~foreverandher
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the fierce epitomy of lust.
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irradient sallowness. a burning woman.
the fierce epitomy of lust.
to feel the world move away coldly.
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irradient sallowness. a burning woman.
the fierce epitomy of lust.
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