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they lie. saying that the
only thing to do when you
fall down is to get back
up is propaganda. i can
stay down here, if i want.
maybe i do. it's comfortable
on the ground.
bitch.
cliches can be fun, like
hula-hoops. but too many
tangle my legs and fuck
fuck fuck me up royally.
take your inspirational
elementary-school "we're
all special" bullshit
and shove it up your ass.
i'll find paradise by my
own route.
sighs are running laps
up and down my throat.
it's time for me to lay them
to rest and breathe deeply,
because i'm scaling a
mountain. my hands are
stained by dirt like shit,
and i know the sun is
waiting for me at the
top, but i want make sure
for myself, to make
triumph all that
sweeter.
(don't mourn for
me if i fall.)
only thing to do when you
fall down is to get back
up is propaganda. i can
stay down here, if i want.
maybe i do. it's comfortable
on the ground.
bitch.
cliches can be fun, like
hula-hoops. but too many
tangle my legs and fuck
fuck fuck me up royally.
take your inspirational
elementary-school "we're
all special" bullshit
and shove it up your ass.
i'll find paradise by my
own route.
sighs are running laps
up and down my throat.
it's time for me to lay them
to rest and breathe deeply,
because i'm scaling a
mountain. my hands are
stained by dirt like shit,
and i know the sun is
waiting for me at the
top, but i want make sure
for myself, to make
triumph all that
sweeter.
(don't mourn for
me if i fall.)
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silence translates for me,
I brought back silence
so you could get the answer
you needed to hear
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her breath, her everything
it's not
as though she were
quaking the world.
she just loved her
powdered cinnamon face,
her seedless strawberry hair,
her green dragonfly eyes.
every time she inhaled her,
her breath became pieces.
everything a part of her
and apart from her.
every organ parting
and connecting
inside of her.
she loved her.
Literature
lashless.
~
I was a broken screen, cracking
not-so-gracefully under pressure and leaking
my emotions all over
my see-through façade.
You were a lightning-struck lake, all too eager
to hurt and drown out my insatiable
curiosity.
I was the cyanide in your coffee
and you were the mercury in my veins,
(though I was the bitter insomniac
and you the more toxic, inflexible one.)
You told me I was spin
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i lovelovelove this. the title smacked me, hard, and i'm not sure if the stars circling my head are from that, or if they're buzzards waiting for my ideas to fall apart so they can pick my brain for scraps.
please excuse me for the craziness. enjoy and appreciate!
This was very experimental, and I'm surprised at how popular it is. Normally when I ask for constructive criticism, I ask for what I could've done better, but with this poem I'm really wondering what I did so well so that I can do more of it.
Was it the swearing? (I doubt it, but did you think it had a positive or negative effect on the poem?)
Or was it the theme?
Or was it the attitude and the strong voice? (As in, the personality of the narrator.)
Feedback is greatly appreciated, thank you so much!
please excuse me for the craziness. enjoy and appreciate!
This was very experimental, and I'm surprised at how popular it is. Normally when I ask for constructive criticism, I ask for what I could've done better, but with this poem I'm really wondering what I did so well so that I can do more of it.
Was it the swearing? (I doubt it, but did you think it had a positive or negative effect on the poem?)
Or was it the theme?
Or was it the attitude and the strong voice? (As in, the personality of the narrator.)
Feedback is greatly appreciated, thank you so much!
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I really enjoyed reading your poem! Very inspirational!