𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒆𝒕'𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒗𝒆

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some of my poetry. i'll write here whenever i feel like it. please do not post here

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I.

Rouge Disguise

My frightful tongue is all dressed up
Like fattened bourgeois leeches
Drinking blood from raw flesh cups
On oral iron beaches

I spit my teeth into my palm
And give my pen a bloody kiss
Then wine red words turn into song
And fill the page with iron mist

Then I sprout ten thousand eyes
They blink right at my bloody script
Some look upon my rouge disguise
And some right past my bloody lips

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II.

Plovers

Chemical warfare lovers
Lush with phosgene clovers
Chlorine flavored
Carbon sipped by plovers

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III.

Stained As Such

Gutted under a wavering light
By thrashing blades; her jaded eyes
Sunken by his shallow lies

Her tongue shall sever coiling ties

And shall be cursed by rotting brides
by blood that boils under mourning skies
She shan't Become until she dies

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IV.

Citrine
I am, at best, my deepest fear
While savoring citrus,I cannot be who I wish
Tangerines.
Tears.
I am the excess of my own imagination
Do not cry
But do not grin
I am the benefactor of my own repugnance
O trembling flame,
By divine immolation
Burn wax upon my fingertips
So I may rest my weary wrist

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V.

The Observer
Dance to silence, like clock arms lost in time
"Mad as a hatter, Thin as a dime"
Around calendars and planets
Sickly sweets and lovely bandits
Limbs stretch into desolate years
Watchtower eyes ignite my fear
Count the days all forged by rage
Throbbing parasitic brain
Eyes beneath the stage
Combusting all the same
I know you're still the same.
You know, you'll never change.

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VI.

Lullaby D'électricité
Thunder is shaking my shanty shack
Awake, eyes shut, I lie on my back
Awaiting the electro-scream
To wake me from electric sleep
Lullaby d'électricité

During my lightning slumbering
I'm shocked by songs I'll never sing
Of you, and I, and everything
Within voltaic melodies

Cold sweats conduct alarming sparks
I awake in an all-too-familiar dark
A melody flickers, then quickly dies
Into morning fog from electric skies

Now I conduct my days knowing
That you are wired into dreams