hey guys. im goin through it right now. uhm. have a poetry dump. (the one under the cut is explicitly about su¡cide so. be aware.)

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hey guys. im goin through it right now. uhm. have a poetry dump. (the one under the cut is explicitly about su¡cide so. be aware.)
- I Wrote This for You (2007-2017), Iain S. Thomas
Tweaking the ear, listening to the sound of the Earth’s wailing cries for rejuvenation.
Floating to the tranquil sounds of ambience in the dusk of night.
Pumping through the day, blaring beats coming from the underground dance floor.
And sipping chardonnay to the lustrous calming croons of love and yearning from ethereal souls incarnate.
I am the porcelain woman
Crowned in the bath, while mother screams
Dear Neighbor pounds broom to ceiling
I am born in black and blue waters
Poems Of Your Sweet Silent Child
BLUSH PINK & IRIDESCENT
I couldn’t help but study her while she slept
The low light hit her face in such a dazzling way;
I didn’t think she was really there.
She was a ghost,
She was ephemeral,
She was warm but far away…
Her arm twitched under the pillow.
The room hung in needful quiet.
I could barely hear her breathe,
As I watched the steady fall of her chest.
I touched her ribs to make sure she was still here with me.
First lightly and then a press in,
My fingers slipped under her flesh
and she did not move.
Soft and bloodless.
I pulled out my hand and beheld her again.
She opens her eyes,
And smiles at me through her haze.
I kiss her cheek,
She kisses my lips,
And she gets up to leave.
Crossroads
I wake confused
My reality bruised
Conduced by extremes
Lost in the streams
Seams that need mending
Thoughts that need bending
Depending on decisions
Clouded vision
Fruition distant
Darkness persistent
Instant gratification
Or devout dedication
The choice is yours,
always yours.