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| imation (profile) wrote, on 9-22-2002 at 10:14pm | |
| Current mood: the type of mood that made vangogh cut off his ear |
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| i am intoxicated with words i am floating soaring flying i am swimming in a sea of self-destruction self-discovery he came to me like words come to poets slow at first seeping through veins out fingertips seeping slow and low and cutting- caustic like the september moon then fast and biting vitriolic by nature pulsing shooting never ending he came to me lounged in my mind and on my carpet talking in tongues and with symbols i never knew when he was being real i never knew when he was being cold and bold in my old age i tell him to try the door he doesn't matter anymore he has kept me alive with his strong will the same will that leaves me up at night almost breathing hands on hair on face squirming for exhaustion groping for the light groping for my head for my belly- the blood that runs deep and thick blood red- blood that hasn't yet hit the cold air. theres something inside of me i tell him i tell him we created it i tell him he made me drown in my own lack of words its only beginning i say i bite my lip until blood knowing its all over |
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DayDream | 09-25-02 6:09pm This really reminds me of "pretty girl" i like it. |