B E A U T I F U L
two STEPS into HELL one THOUGHT:
“how the hell — have i been
such a bad girl?”
i am crazy in my chemical
flesh of a young woman /
my, how i hurt so many men\
heaven forgive me for what
i am: take me away before i
do more — living each day
tired and trying so i
have so much to lose : feeling
so criminal and unforgiving
because i am beautiful and loved.
:: 08.02.2020 ::
What is GREAT CREATION?
painting or love?
writing or drawing?
the bleeding organ of
an artist knows.
it kills before he
is done. plastioning feelings
morbid thoughts i found myself
inside a tangle of trees
: and worried scholars are hairy
loved brutal: epitome and swum
across the seas. I screamed as
a virgin!
FROM history a golden step,– among
memories from ancestors, gray
gauzes, and broken bones that
turned back tyranny as bronze
liberated Souls and children
in the sun, no, i regret nothing
No, i regret nothing
so paid for, done, forgotten
i do not care for the past
pain, blood, and miscarried
hopes — i’m done with the love
and trouble of Life so i start
over with nothing!
:: 08.02.2020 ::
escaping from a world full
of images and a tiny screen
full of memories
i died not reaching 10k
rage rage said the light
but my shadows grew
i forget what they want
i forget the stone of my birth
you held it ; go
i’ve had better days
with myself and pink skin
;imagine the danger imagine
forever –> they get what
they want they get what they
need but never again.
:: 08.02.2020 ::
TO be so sad that your tears
flee you is the greatest depth
of sadness.
the perfect point to hit upon the
diamond: shaving off all humanity
and anyone else…
whoever gave
a damn is not anyone
i ever knew and that tears me apart.
breaks my heart.
I watch from the tiny window of my
decaying Soul.
::: 08.02.2020 ::
THESE times are
not good times
— see, the luck
the world’s had
could make a normal soul
turn bad \the last time i
dreamed i dreamed the world
i once had; so your love (lord
knows) is off the market till
August. Funny faces and
bad jokes help Her to laugh.
saying, “you’re bad product
so your friends are all gone,
you survive.
this time:
these times,
like everybody
else.
:: 08.02.2020 ::
\ after the worst of days
of any age –on these nights
when blood meets moonlight
never feel bad for me.
i was glad
to grow upon any night
so winds sing sounds–the
gates are near
ii.
when i wake up–Over there,
framed by a heart whose ventures
i love; take me August nights!
after the worst of days
of any age
on these nights
when blood meets
moonlight.
:: 08.02.2020 ::
TONIGHT i could write the
baddest words: i could not
care where i am going –>
over the thin red line —
she was in a trance/
i put a pound of love
inside a quart of expectation
— will Shakespeare says
” do not go running away ”
but i hit the grown running
TOWARD CHANGE –> nothing stays
the same: change (i hear you
say) say, hey! every era
has words to express change
yea yea yeah — i say change
is a beautiful vagina of flowers
….
:: 07.31.2020 ::
hairy love is brutal
i kissed the epitome
and swum across the
seas — like i screamed
screamed before: you’re
so good — more than love
could wish for more —
i do not love you but because
i love you i die every word/
wishing scholars worried about
my thoughts –> i cannot protect
for their degree is a back city
trance; hahaha \ studying
me.
:: 07.31.2020 ::
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