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There's no spark.
Did you know that, when you stepped
on my chest you would fall right through
all that cling film
holding the stuff
Now it squirms
and gathers
on pavements below
trying to remember
how this goes.
So love me you love me you love me you love me
and now
who am I?
I'm the one so quick to change
in your eye.
So I'm fat, so I'm awkward, so I'm unsure.
Is that just enough for you
to never talk to me
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I will poison myself
This is the worst day of my life, I thought I died there
in the morning, I don't know who I am,
don't know where I am
but I know this for sure:
this is where
And I'll never be happy,
and these days make me shiver,
you'll kick it all apart,
I just want to be happy.
I close all the doors
and I rest it all,
on the bathroom floor,
still not sure who,
or what I'm sobbing for.
Is there something else,
that I need.
I just want to be happy.
And this will never be.
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Mature content
Hahaha, you silly bitch. :iconinmyroom:inmyroom 3 5
It's silent around here and I laugh
at how in control I am. Oh, it's not my turn to
wash the dishes or feed the dog or take the wheelie bin
onto the street.
Ha, you say,
as I get too comfy.
I imagine myself inside oceans of you, inside oceans of blue
and your eyes sting when they meet my clavicles.
Ha, you say
as you turn me upside down and pour yourself
all out.
You leave the small parts of you,
like the bad smells and the sick cells
that keep me here. and I smile,
not knowing that all that while
you've not felt a single thing.
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It is a joke
Remember when
I did not text you back. It was like
you were nothing and I just laughed.
I was peering into kaleidoscopes and the colours
were beautiful and I just smiled
haha fuck you beauty, fuck you soul,
fuck you ever wanting to know me at all.
Remember when I sent you a letter
saying sorry, I was hunting and shot myself
in the foot. Metaphorically. You invited me for a drink
but did not buy me a drink and you laughed
at my gun wound. I laughed at your flip-flops
and you looked at my clavicle like
you wanted to eat it.
I called you a dick and you couldn’t tell
if I was joking or not.
I held a snorkel in my left hand and you thought
it was cute. It was not,
it was rotting and it was full of shit
and I never joke about things like dicks,
I tried to climb inside your pores,
curl up there all warm and
I suffocated
on something
I have never touched.
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Our hearts are somewhere
I send you tiny parts of me,
like mini souvenirs
for you to keep.
I retract that smile, I snort in silence
and hope that it’s my turn
to grasp hard on some of you.
Your rib bones, your stomach,
your stupid teeth
are so hard for me to hold.
I send photocopies of me
in hopes that you will see
that every time I hear you choke
in sadness
is a victory for me.
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What happens when you stop fighting your heart
You glance at my chest
and my lungs smile,
willing you to collide
your heart into mine.
It's a game, a war, it's a story in French
that we don't understand,
it sounds like earths shaking,
it sounds like bones breaking
so we stay here
and sob here
and you do not hold my hand here.
I'm wondering if
I'm wondering when
I'm wondering if you're mad that
I laughed at your flip flops.
You're so silly and
you smell brand new.
I cross my legs
and turn away so I can't see you peak
under my skin. I can see that you're dying
to sink yourself in -
I drop my cards
all over the floor, I pick them up
and you glance at my chest.
I surrender
and I smile.
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Mature content
You're such a dick :iconinmyroom:inmyroom 4 4
your hands inside my chest
Last night, I fell asleep notonyou
or even near you at all.
You made jokes about your singledom
and your double bed,
I let my hair down and smiled
until you had to get out.
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Let's drink to our sadness
Where does one start?
One starts in the feet, where I step
on the shells, the whites, they seep
through my brain cells, the yolk works it’s way up
and forces out of my shoulder bones.
Oh, my toes bleed
into my knees, littles earthquakes
trying to be silent as those caps bellow
and you swallow them whole.
My hips do not shake, this is an unhealthy break
for my bones. Let’s fall, let’s rest,
let’s refuse to work
at all.
My liver, my kidneys, my intestines
do fail. You don’t mind
so I try to be kind
while I fall
and grasp and panic and hang
from my rib cage,
I take valium and hide
inside my left lung
where I can look at my heart
all raw and drowning.
All I can do
is w(h)ine.
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Me without you.
Consider this; I have the phone to my ear
and my mother is crying because her sister is dead
and I am not really there.
I say things like, 'oh mother, I am, and I love you'
but I do not. I struggle
with things like this.
I am not writing a poem about my mother
or my aunt with a tumour in her head,
it grows even bigger
inside her coffin.
Outside my lungs, it's suffocating.
This tumour is you.
It's inside of my mouth now and I choke
thinking of howyoudontneedme
when I should be thinking of things like
how much my family do.
My mother, she does not understand
how sad her little girl
really is.
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Wait for me here, in my arms as they shake.
Hello again, it's me,
your former lover ,
what could have been.
You could not see it through your pelvis,
or through the blood vessels
inside your heart, oh, I come outside
your bones to defend
everything from your cornea
to your toes, you smirk and you laugh
as I feel embarrassed and sink back into
your bone marrow.
You say I've lost my mind
and you smile.
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And now she's here.
I make my way through thunderstorms,
holding my chest to stop everything on the inside
from falling on the outside.
There is flapping, there is falling, there is my tiny heart
feeling these things which it should not.
I swallow hard and choke down
on the thought of us
on a blanket in a park
it's 6am and the sun is rising,
I see pictures now but
I cannot see your face anymore.
I touch your smile with my fingertips
to make sure it is really true.
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A grievance on my bones.
You scowl at me as my oesophagus bleeds,
you're chomping at my throat, like a tiny child
all misguided and looking for something
wonderful, like a nipple or
a heart.
You, you swallow it whole,
you gulp on it hard,
my arteries still stuck
in-between your teeth, gasping hard, trying to spit
it out before you choke.
I see you there, all drowning
your arms are all waving, flapping,
falling, like you want to forget,
but my blood vessels are still poking, bleeding
right out of your gums,
running down your face.
You hold onto your jaw,
tight, like letting go will dismantle you.
Oh, you have no idea
how big this thing is.
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So this is what I do,
every once in a while. I suck in my chest
and run. I do not eat for days.
I suck in my stomach and slap hard on the skin,
I touch my chest bone
from inside out, and I grin
as yesterday falls out of me.
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even stephens
I feel like I've lost this, this talent
to turn this situation into words
into poetry, into ways to explain
how you pull my chest bones apart
like curtains and peer inside,  
and how all you can see is you
and a bloody heart, and you,
oh how you hang
from my oesophagus,  
your hands all pulsating and my organs all swelling.
The tension between us is both unbearable and
kind hearted, you touch my arse
and I want to kill you.
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Tuishimi Featured By Owner Aug 15, 2016
I have been bad and not commented on your latest poetry, but I do read!  Thank you for sharing your art.
BenHammonds Featured By Owner Aug 13, 2013   Writer
You have great works here ;)
vespera Featured By Owner Aug 31, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Wishing you would update :rose:
inmyroom Featured By Owner Sep 17, 2012
your wish is my command ;)
vespera Featured By Owner Sep 17, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
YAY iphone. Boo no poems ;)
inmyroom Featured By Owner Sep 22, 2012
i'm rubbish at poems =(
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David-Parr Featured By Owner Mar 12, 2011
was nice to read you again
beeinthebottle Featured By Owner Mar 4, 2011   Writer
I just found your gallery...I really liked the poems I read. I'll be back later, I'm sure. :) I'm looking forward to reading more of your work.
Linney69 Featured By Owner May 30, 2010  Hobbyist Writer
i cannot spend the rest of the night reading your poems and adding them to my favourites. a) there are way too many good ones and b) they remind me too much of pain-staking memories. x
treetales Featured By Owner Apr 20, 2010  Professional Artisan Crafter
a.k.a. geek-stink-breath
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