Her Poem.
Your eyes
Are the wings if we were birds.
So they are important.

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Her Poem.
Your eyes
Are the wings if we were birds.
So they are important.
The End
In the end
The end will stay where it is
And you can go forward or backwards once you reach it
You can play the other characters
In the end.
Pure Malevolence
The kid has big teeth in a big mouth.
He grits them, head turned up
staring down.
The kid stares down too long.
I think his eyes are igniting flames on my clothes.
The kid is scary. He's big.
I don't want him on my team anymore.
The kid's mouth turns wide into a smile
and his nose crinkles up
as he snickers, walking away.
But the kid's ghost
stares down at me
...to this day.
I Play With Knives
I play with knives,
that's why they're on my floor,
gleaming in the closet's shadows.
I play with knives,
that's why my wrists and hands have cuts that zigzag,
and my shirts are darkened, stained pink, purple, and red.
I play with knives,
so don't use your fists for a knife fight,
don't grab me, bring me close,
because you might regret your choices.
I play with knives.
I never play with lives.
Amplifier
The screams tremble my gut
and make me throw up
feces on the cream tile.
I feel tears swell from under my eyes
but I don't want to be away from my mother.
The Giant
Great giant feet
press into mud.
The hairs drip and droop with mud!
The giant smiles:
all his teeth are far apart!
The giant's eyes are a little crusty
in the corners that point to the bridge of the nose.
His skin is roughened, brittle calluses on almost everything!
He speaks:
I WANT YOU TO HELP ME WASH! HAHA! JUST JOKING! RUN ALONG!
Heaven's Angels Turned To Demons
Heaven's angels turned to demons
Now they circle in my brain
Pulling tissue from the corners
Eating up my emotional wherewithal
Smelling up the acid that's
been plugging up all the fresh air
No fresh air
Nothing but a rave.
I lean back and nod sleepily for the
heaven's angels turned to demons.
A Parasite I'm Giving Away
I'm not trying to write about you
but you're a parasite
you show up even in dreams,
where I go to escape the fact that
I write about you unwillingly
I see your face in the other ones
I try to escape in vain
And, not to mention that despite all this fuss
I will never
see
you
again. It isn't even funny anymore.
The Audience
BORING
Yeah YOUUU
YOU'RE JUST BORING, BUDDY.
Orbit
she's the one I've been thinking of
what for
I keep drawing circles around the dot
but the circle never reaches it for
some reason
I think I'm using the wrong...tool
Valves
I would journey to the deepest part of you
if the hole in your chest could unravel and
reap your lover's being;
take me within your brightest novas,
always in your glance
pull your lover further
into those brilliant nights
over wet grasses, fingers warmer with
what flows through you.
My lover is your heart;
here, now, holding close your waist
my ears touch its echoes;
you speak, your bones shudder
and here, swelling on the corner
of every sidewalk
what flowed through you takes me.
Two Types
There are two types of happiness:
happiness now and happiness later.
of course, the better is happiness later
because happiness now makes you
very, very sad later
and happiness later
make you very, very sad
now.
it's funny how things work like that.
find me a solution to both, man
you’ll be a genius.
Always the Gear, Never the Machine
I always find a new way
to talk about the same things
do we all?
ah, how I wish
I could say something
that would certainly
change everything forever
if I could say it now
then immediately I should be removed
somewhere I can watch the changes
and have perspective
after all, that is one of the big
things I’d like to change:
to see the machine, and not be the gear.