Knotted Verse

Poems and etc. by an insignificant speck

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Chuck Palahniuk, Stranger than Fiction

[cas-wants-the-dean]

The world didn’t get worse, homie, your eyes just got wider.

-fuckin deep ass top comment on youtube (via thetpr)

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#034;

I Drink Because I Would Rather Be Hung Over Than Hung Up On You

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#033;

You throw around big words and call them poetry Show me your soul instead And all your pretty veins Spilling words on white

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#032;

I cannot sleep for feeling; For the worm inside me still Consuming till there's nothing For the nothingmore to kill And it does not sleep (or cannot) It hungers, hungers still While I cannot sleep for feeling That there is nothing left to fill

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#031;

Don't treat me like some narrative you've heard before I'm both the princess and the monster All raven haired and dark eyed and tall and imposing and fragile and elusive, all terrifying prophetic glory I'm both the hero and the villain Caught in karmic action, cyclic fate, inescapable duality Steel on steel and taunt for taunt and victories undefined I'm both the daughter and the mother I'm the virgin and the crone Wayside fortune teller, crooning come closer And traveler peering into smoke and crystal I am a peddler of misfortunes, a trader of souls I am a simple fisher girl, basket in hand, staring into the waves Clutching my skirts and counting the seconds for my life to begin I'm the princess and the monster, and also the king And the prince, with the sword, and the tower, all doors And the beast, sprinting on, and the storm, screaming I am wizzened whore, bloody berserker I'm the unforgiving, unforgiven Both character and vehicle, and story and author I am words and the meaning behind them Don't treat me like some narrative you've heard before You could never even read me, much less comprehend

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#030;

Here is something the textbooks don't say: There is a breathlessness that comes with surrender But the fear never goes away

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#029;

I feel GOODBYE It doesn’t make sense, grammatically It’s not an adjective. And it’s neither so abstract that it can be called a feeling, nor so solid that it can be dubbed a metaphor There is no “like” word here, nor “as if” No verb to follow — “saying”, “screaming”, “sighing” I feel GOODBYE, is all from the skin underneath my fingernails to the places where my hair touches my neck Especially in my neck; especially inside, in my throat, where the air comes in and out GOODBYE doesn’t make sense But it’s the only thing the weight in my chest resonates with The only thing that’ll make it nod and say “yes That’s it. That’s it, exactly. That’s how we are today.” Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

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#028;

Your lips twist when you say the word Haven't you noticed? They curl up into a snarl first As you bear your teeth Then you make a hardish sound A primitive gurgle You spread your lips wide and long In a fashion unbecoming to the human mouth You say the word over again But I keep staring How do all those beasts inside your mouth Keep screeching the syllables?

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#027;

And the world came to its end And people cried what the fuck What the fuck, it this it? There were no gates, no time Not a second to say goodbye Just the briefest expletive at the realization that fuck This was it; there was none That one could do or say loud To prove a point or write bold I told you so, I knew it, hey, Now all along my god and yours Were the same, were, yes, alike In their indifference, that we Were all subject to the same We were all borne of the thing That fashioned stars and clothed Planets and breathed fire and wept Rain and that that was beautiful And pointless and beautiful none The less while people cried fuck And shit, every brief expletive Cursing chaos for the end of Beauty and forgetting to fucking thank it for the ride back home

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#026;

You sing much better in the dark, My dear And I sang absolutions For no one to hear

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#025;

I forget now what kept me going At what point the pearls around my neck hit the floor; So much of my self went in payment to the night That the sun had nothing to greet on it's arrival And while this dress has been stitched well Voluminous, and moving for me You must have noticed, between the folds Nothing and nothing keeps this body aloft Best say your goodbyes The wind carries me away in the morning And frankly, I welcome it

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#024;

I no longer run marathons I no longer commit murders Impossibilities, improprieties Have long since lost their charm I find more movement here More meaning in this meandering Than in the shot of the gun Than in the sound of the shutter

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#23;

I cried into the night Not with my throat For my fingers were tight around my throat For fear of losing my voice I cried from the top of my head The ends of my hair convulsing, like loose wires, begging to be torn from their roots My knuckles cried So wildly they nearly broke out of their skin, like white breasts from the ocean borne My fingertips cried So desperately they cut through to the center of the earth and the nail hardened into steel, and into glass And my stomach cried Begging for a way out, through my throat, to be better heard And my hips cried Cavorting side to side, as to summon sleeping forces in the sand My sex cried To close up, to embrace itself so tightly that there would no longer be a face to come home to And my feet cried Perhaps the loudest of all To feel the girth beneath their soles and to run far, And farther still But I cried into the night With everything but my throat But no one heard And no one heard and no one heard

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#22;

Outside it is raining And inside it is cold Within me, still colder But dry Nothing here But if there were Everything would be frozen and layered with dust To dull the sheen And snuff the shine (And these things would not be cold Not like the world beyond the window; Not in the way air chills Metals and woods To turn them upsetting To the human palm; They would be neither cold nor warm They simply would be; Simply Almost disappointingly so) There are only winds The likes of which the storm shall never know (A howl enough To have the dead raise their hands Enough to rattle their bones And turn them over And over) Outside, thunder rumbles and the winds harmonize Raging at the earth To let them in, let them home Inside, the quiet storm Nothing knocks against my chest Asking to be let out

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#21;

You misheard You're nothing And I want Your nothing I want You ( Misheard)

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#020;

You collect words and temper them Stretching sinew and hammering context Into something you drape over yourself Like armor But when the wind or the rains call The letters and gaps embrace the wearer Or what's left standing, a screaming blot Your nothing