
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.
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Read this poem again. And again. It just gets better. You’re on to something so powerful and profound. I wish you knew how good you really are.
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I’m onto how fucked up we’ve become as a species, aye….
Thank you for your kudos, though. ♡
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Sigh, this is wonderful. A unique visceral voice
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Thank you, Idk what to say…besides to try and convey how happy it makes me when someone else picks up what I put down…it tickles me. So, thank YOU.
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Your site is mesmerising, bleak, beautiful, dark, pristine, exciting, powerful, gothic, oh and did I say beautiful. Wow
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Um….errr….uhhhhh….wow, thank you. Truly.
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Just…just…I don’t know any more…oh my. Can I email you to pick up this ‘thing’ you pervade with your agonised, exquisite words? I’m at kosmogonic@mail.com if that’s easier. Humbled. Mesmerised…as I said. Oh boy.
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cutthroatclubhouse@gmail.com
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I’ll be on it, I promise. But I might be speechless, so to speak…you are divine, it would appear.
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Dont always believe what appearances be…I’m not divine, never that.
I’m nothing special, dont be speechless, especially since we obviously must each have hearts that write poetry in the same language, eh?
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Divine doesn’t mean perfect, but it might mean imperfectly flawless. And that’s not just poetry, it really isn’t…:-)
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