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looking to get better at poetry. constructive criticism very welcome!

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self destruction

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when i die, there will be no flowers on my grave

footprints in a blizzard are difficult to follow

they will be covered up

and forgotten by tomorrow

when i die, the birds won’t stop singing

there will be no great legacy,

only silence and a glass

wine mixed with hypocrisy

when i die, you will forget me

it’s easy to move on when i’m just tempory

always a traveler- a nomad of sorts

free with no chains, but never a home.

a fire rages with every step i take

burning those i hold dear

but for now you’ll smile and ‘stick with me always’

blind to the warning signs

so i’ll bite my calloused tongue

and hold the fire in my lungs

because we both know it’s only a matter of time

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when you die you said that you didn’t want flowers

i said that thinking like that was quite morbid but you insisted

you didn’t want alliums or poppies

or roses or chrysanthemum

or even snap dragons

you held my hand with complete certainty and told me that you wanted to die quietly.

you didn’t want any crying

or any caskets

because you believed that death was a beautiful thing

you told me all of these wonderful stories about the soil

you painted pictures with only your words!

all about how when you died, you would return to the earth

how your skin would be forever cooled by the wet soil

how your bones would give nutrients to future plants

and how you would grow to be apart of the forest forever.

that’s what i loved so much about you. that free spirit, that free thinking is what i held onto so dearly.

but looking back isn’t something sad- it’s something i forever hold fondly.

because i know that you didn’t once fear death.

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i stopped loving me a long time ago,

and you should too.

why do you hold on so tightly, like a raft in a storm?

with waves salty and vengeful, they will certainly drown you.

but perhaps you miss the feel of salt in your lungs,

tearing of the tissue, and drip of the blood.

time has moved on my love, and you should too,

before the waves consume you, and we both go down.

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you left me to prove a point

how is that fair?

you preach the water but drink the wine,

how is that fair?

you bashed my skull in, then tried to be my friend-

this isn't fair.

i used to be angry, but now im just numb

im rotting and dirty, trapped beneath your thumb

but teeth will tear

and hair will grow

and the sun still sets at the end of the day

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my love, i will dance with you forever- no deity could separate us

i would crawl out of hell

fall out of heaven

just to sway with you for a moment more

my love, as long as i am here you will not know the terrors of this world

for i will protect you from any indecency

and shield you from greif

just to love you a moment more

my love, i will bring home a star for you

crossing mountains and seas

deserts and valleys

just to see you smile a moment more

my love, hold my heart

i don’t need much

i am content with loving you with my whole

as long as you don’t walk away

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when you find a broken bird you put it down

it’s the kindest thing to do!

you can’t take care of a bird.

you don’t have splints

or food

or even the time

so why must you hold me so close to your chest

and whisper false promises of safety?

you can’t take care of me

put me down

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wring me at the neck and fill my lungs with ash

with the pollution of your mind

with the pollution of the church

so scrub me of the dirt

and scub me of the stains

until im pristine and clean, again

clamp my hands together

or sew my eyes shut

beads hang on my neck, heavy as chains

heavy as the crown of thorns

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i used to hate when you tickled me

you knew all my weak spots

how exactly to get the best laugh out of me

and as im sat here at my desk

i wish nothing more than for my ribs to ache

and for you to be by my side again

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pens lined up

row by row

visiting the shelter was simply never more exciting

for his 12th birthday, he gets a new puppy

one he promised to love for ever

and ever

and always take on walks and feed twice a day

what did the dog do? to make you stop loving it

was it to demanding? needing to many walks?

or did you simply lose interest?

cages lined up

row by row

watching the dogs fight was simply never more exciting

you cup my face with your cold hands

i used to feel safe

but now i clench my teeth

and im foaming at the mouth

Shall I compare thee to a rabid dog? Thou art more aggressive and more loud.

Rough howls to shake the cardboard walls, and hells lease art too long a date.

and im naked

but im exposed

im raw

like the meat i devour twice a day

but im vulnerable

when i snarl

im weak when i bare my teeth

showing my fucking gums

but you laugh and say that

im all bark and no