Originally posted on Americana Injustica:
You wanted it… you just had to get, you begged for it: a piece of me… and then, that was it – I did accept, the invitation sent, maybe ungraciously… I showed up one day, remember? when the skies were grey, guess you hadn’t been, expecting me… but there I…
Originally posted on Americana Injustica:
Would you be, any fonder of me, if I suddenly chose, to start listening? Would you decide, to more deeply confide, the darkness behind, your odd eccentricities? Shall I unbind, this heart of mine, lay it down on your table, where the other parts lie? I suppose you’d prefer, if…
Originally posted on Americana Injustica:
Now I lay me down to sleep again, in the grips of a dread that I slumber within, the same unforgiving and cramped position, wound up mentally and the ratcheting begins, the memories and tragedies flood fatally in, my body won’t sink and my mind only swims, things I regret…
Originally posted on Americana Injustica:
Shitty tattoos,Absent front tooth,Alcohol infused,Jaw flapping,Knuckles rapping,Air leaking through,Big brown eyes,Telling nonstop lies,You’re fucking high,Unclean,Unforeseen,Not enough miles between,That stinky lifestyle,The steaming shitpile,Rusted turnstiles,Nothing worthwhile,I lost too,Much to you,It’s all bled through,The truth,Fire country,Attention hungry,Back full of monkeys,There’s no saving you,You’re too far beyond,Slithering, And talking long,There’s no fixing you,You built…
Originally posted on Mocking Bird Down:
The trappings we drag, for the overnight stay in the damp, dark, cold to the touch; parts of the hell that we personally designed just for moments like these; when the world feels too small for how much we don’t feel.
I have skipped a lot of your poetry posts in the past year because you convey emotion so well. I think your poems are the arrows, they do pierce me and so much comes from the wound.. this pain is good for me. It evokes memory and feelings I am supposed to face.. I skip no more.
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I feel inclined to say “thank you” but am aware that this might not necessarily be a good thing always; I know emotions are a bitch and tend to bite when we aren’t looking…either way, I adore you, and am always here if those poems of mine trigger a need for further contact. We are kindred, and you know why…
All my love to you and yours. ♡
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No, ´tis a good thing, always, I am working on it- you help me get this work done. You are a sweet girl, much appreciated.
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