Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
I love the smell of plastic grocery bags
The intimacy between sky and stars
Floods me with uncertainties, but slowly
I rage on, to a destiny full of ugly modesty.
Yearning to destroy temptation, I
Sacrifice the blade for smoke, and relive
Fantasies where I'm less pulled apart.
Affection has no home here, but jealousy
Becomes a partner, and together
We slay emotions and the mess is full of beauty.
But I've crushed honesty, and
The luster has me draining slowly.
The desire to heal weakens.
Commitments be damned as this
Womanly monster defies the willingness
To grow up and becomes anonymous dolt.
Beloved, she will never be.
Her virtues remain within her,
Burning and seething until she cuts the ribbon wide.
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Floods me with uncertainties, but slowly
I rage on, to a destiny full of ugly modesty.
Yearning to destroy temptation, I
Sacrifice the blade for smoke, and relive
Fantasies where I'm less pulled apart.
Affection has no home here, but jealousy
Becomes a partner, and together
We slay emotions and the mess is full of beauty.
But I've crushed honesty, and
The luster has me draining slowly.
The desire to heal weakens.
Commitments be damned as this
Womanly monster defies the willingness
To grow up and becomes anonymous dolt.
Beloved, she will never be.
Her virtues remain within her,
Burning and seething until she cuts the ribbon wide.
1-24-11
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I love the smell of plastic grocery bags
I love the smell of plastic grocery bags
