i left that night
with the same old heroic taste
in my mouth.
felt up
in heat
and
desperately
in love.
i couldn't stand the twilight.
a heroin addict
that didn't get her fix
but hey,
i got my inspiration (all that matters).
guess i'll get used to the idea
of doing what i want.
now my words are shining
out the ends of my hair
and fingernails
SHATTER
into a million pieces
onto this paper
shards of it
on my trembling thighs
like the martini glass
i broke last week.
and angel,
i just can't seem to stop.
did You believe Me when i said
"dirty is gorgeous"?
sweetheart, i wasn't being
at all
melodramatic.
promises are love and life sharp needles
constant pricking
just above my collarbone.
dissect me:
i'll always beg for love
in the end.
the cold grit, the hot rawness
the pitch black
and the music
all make perfect philisophic sense
in the moment.
self destruction is
my little bag of cocaine
and you're my acid trip.
baby, don't you g e t i t?
she stared at the gray ceiling
white flakes
a cruel, blinding blanket
she crossed out mental shotgun polaroids
of her own arched back;
thought about bloody mouths and hands
chapped lips
and death.
maybe we would crash;
i wanna live with you.
i wanna die with you.
and later
she played make-believe
in the shower
shed salt tears
into freezing water
like ancient bruises.
her heart was to the beat
of two people fucking
to the tune of her piano.
she tried to purge of EVERYTHING.
too late, dollface.
only
saliva
would
drip
drip
drip.
she always opted to just fall
but she never was much of a
thrill seeker, or a looker.
why did she have to pick the insecurity
that made such a fucking mess?
acetone stung her nose
she winced
face against floorboard.
the snow outside on the ground
and him zipping up his
and you zipping up your pants.
and you zipping up your pants.
our teeth clashed
our cavaties were drawn together
like magnets
you can be polar positive
i'll be polar negative.
me+you.
i wish shakespeare had
written my life down.
a tell-all novella.
it'd be little more than
last-weeks lawn sale staple
tossed in with the unwashed forks
and old dresses.
an over-read doggeared tradgedy.
slaughter;
transitive verb
inflected forms: slaughˇtered,
slaughˇterˇing, slaughˇters a. To
kill in a violent or brutal manner.
we could run away from our friends
and family that still care
and touch each other all we want.
"do you want to?
do you
do
you you you you you you YOU YOU"
you're so fucking cute
you know it
your eyes read me
i'm an open
an open textbook.
constantly spread wide and
so vulnerable.
be my guest.
you have this knack
for picking at my wounds.
you know i'd vomit
everything i've ever said
for you.
in her mind
in the window
she died on the sands
of a beach somewhere
while the salt lashed her legs
just waiting for high tide.
just waiting
and waiting.
carve my hipbones
into something pretty,
beautiful.
Author notes
really isn't my best, but the word bank was an awful lot of fun. sorry its kind of long. <33
A contest entry
- Shave Your Legs, Because Tonight Our Skirts Are [Short]. by No Room To Breathe.
940 points, ended January 22, 2007, 16 entries
Honorable winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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hm i agree isnt your best but i think there was sooo many good parts to it!
i couldn't stand the twilight.
a heroin addict
that didn't get her fix
but hey,
i got my inspiration (all that matters).
guess i'll get used to the idea
of doing what i want.
now my words are shining
out the ends of my hair
and fingernails
that was effin incredable.. ugh i love your images, its better then watching a movie!
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Damnnnnnn.
"she played make-believe
in the shower
shed salt tears
into freezing water
like ancient bruises.
her heart was to the beat
of two people fucking
to the tune of her piano.
she tried to purge of EVERYTHING."
Jesus christ dolly.
Crazy-amazing.
♥
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I feel this poem needs more time in the dark room of editing to develope into it's full potential
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wow
actually sitting here, in shock.
this was amazing, long but just made so there's so much more of your amazing words to read.
'saliva
would
drip
drip
drip.'
i've never read anything as beautiful as that.
'the snow outside on the ground
and him zipping up his
and you zipping up your pants.
and you zipping up your pants.'
and this. pretty dirty, it's gorgeous.
I thought this was clever
'slaughter;
transitive verb
inflected forms: slaugh·tered,
slaugh·ter·ing, slaugh·ters a. To
kill in a violent or brutal manner.'
eh, sorry to have only picked apart your poem, hehe. you used the word bank well though. all the best in the contest, you're in the finalists anyway
<33
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..wow..
your amazing.
dont ever stop writing.
ever.
im so sorry about the last few weeks.
every thing is getting better and
I know
it will get better than it ever has.
I love you
f o r e v e r.
[give up my body and bed, all for an empty]
Hotel
[wasting words on lowercases and CAPITOLS] -
It is pretty long.
But I loved it.
"self destruction is
my little bag of cocaine
and you're my acid trip.
baby, don't you g e t i t?"
"in her mind
in the window
she died on the sands
of a beach somewhere
while the salt lashed her legs
just waiting for high tide.
waiting
and waiting.
carve my hipbones
into something pretty,
beautiful."
Just.... Stunning
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"she stared at the gray ceiling
white flakes
a cruel, blinding blanket
she crossed out mental shotgun polaroids
of her own arched back;
thought about bloody mouths and hands
chapped lips
and death."
Wow...I just caught a wayy too vivid glimpse of myself.
This is absolutely a m a z i n g. You definately blew me away.
Best of luck in the contest (you've already won it in my mind)
♥♥[ms.oblivion]
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