RetreatSince there's nothing I can do about love, I've written it all to exhaustion, I'd better go to the river and pound this paper on the rocks to wash it clean.Retreat
The words come now only to say these things.
I've learnt the art of folding and set armadas on the water, I've dug holes in the sand with my heel, buried poems like some dog, like some baby looking for water who knows that God will come eventually to her aid. I put pen to driftwood once, I have a photograph.
These are the things, these are the only things,
anything else is filigree and
i'm a broken heartI don't write poetry with the right heart, I am a little disgusting.i'm a broken heart
A little pale. A little starving And a little pleasetakemeback.
I have a broken microphone in my chest, trying to sing to you in muffled sounds that I make. I know I should not love you in this way.
But I do.
Still.
no remedy to takeI’m holding buttercupsno remedy to take
to my chin, to my chest to see if I love them right or not. I cannot make these decisions myself. pulling petals off to ask if I am sure, if you are sure
that you want to know,
you will not listen. I am going to hire a freight train and go further than overboard trying to explain this attempt to unhide myself unpeel my skin and quit talking in code. I cannot crawl back after I uncap myself at the throat and bubble.
I want to say - I’m not being mean,
I just have a heart with poison inside, flesh like chopped butter squash and
One SideLoving you is nothing compared to a dying candle. - Naeem PashaOne Side
No, only if you stay. I take words as gift now only from those who look like orbiting. I have grown stone in my chest, flowerpots, azaleas, and if you look like having too much
gravity, I'll take no syllables then either.
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Loving you is nothing. I could do it in my sleep, and have, then wake to another man, and still remember you were
better in my chest. Leaving you is easy -
I follow the mothers who leave
for the sake of themselves, to keep their sides from sp
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I Like Morons, They have so much....... Culture.
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lonely and wanting a hug
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Make sure to Break every rib.
I want to bleed my heart right onto my sleeve.
+KAsssIE+
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