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It’s Saturday night
and outside I hear a car engine
coughing out its exhausted smoke.
I am much like that car
except I am too far on the inside
and I have a heart,
I think,
I wish I didn’t most of the time --
like on lonely evenings when my petrol-thoughts
steer themselves out of control
and straight into the wooden floor.
Or when hydrocarbon tears escape through pores,
crawling straight down my cheeks shouting
‘man overboard’
as each droplet jumps from my jaw line.
Or when you are not here,
but I am
and I’m combusting
as you hold a tin-foil star
out of sight
and you tell me even if it’s crumpled
it is still there.
But I do not believe you.
I am suffering from a condition
known as vapour lock, no fuel
is getting to my chest
and your star is cutting my lungs out.
My bones are being crushed
in a head-on collision
with your eyes
and sometimes
I pick up the telephone
and attempt to call you,
but the bland dial tone
reminds me of your voice.
and outside I hear a car engine
coughing out its exhausted smoke.
I am much like that car
except I am too far on the inside
and I have a heart,
I think,
I wish I didn’t most of the time --
like on lonely evenings when my petrol-thoughts
steer themselves out of control
and straight into the wooden floor.
Or when hydrocarbon tears escape through pores,
crawling straight down my cheeks shouting
‘man overboard’
as each droplet jumps from my jaw line.
Or when you are not here,
but I am
and I’m combusting
as you hold a tin-foil star
out of sight
and you tell me even if it’s crumpled
it is still there.
But I do not believe you.
I am suffering from a condition
known as vapour lock, no fuel
is getting to my chest
and your star is cutting my lungs out.
My bones are being crushed
in a head-on collision
with your eyes
and sometimes
I pick up the telephone
and attempt to call you,
but the bland dial tone
reminds me of your voice.
Literature
the Angel and the Vampire deux
So the angel entered Heaven, eternal life was entered in. But her heart was filled with longing as she wished and longed for him. She longed for that dearest love, that one she'd left behind, whose soul was in an other place, one she could not find.
To her Lord she went, her tears did freely flow, "Where is the one my heart does love, please tell me for you must know." But the Lord looked down on her; his face was grim and filled with pain. "You cannot find him child, you must not ask again." And so the erstwhile angel did mourn her long lost love,
remembering a time when unrequited love had been enough.
Long did she walk in Heaven
Literature
_winter_snow_
Frigid dreams
Snow on her tongue
Ice skates and long walks
On cold December nights
Skin molded to resemble snowflakes
Opaque icicles hang from her joints
Frosted lips taste like peppermints
A snow angel lying outside for years
Her frozen breath goes unnoticed
Literature
passion
i feel you.
i need your warmth inside me
you taste d e l e c t a b l e
i need you
i feel your oily curves in my hands
i want to control you
be with you forever
i can smell you from here
i want to inhale you
p a s s i o n
everything i do is for you
stretch
i love to watch you stretch
stretch to me
stretch inside me
sometimes i c u t y o u
is this wrong?
is it even if it's done out of love?
my love..
for...
you...
my pizza. <3
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brilliant ending!