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The thought runs
The thought runs
Like shivers down
your spine;
Sucking the air from
your lips;
Forcing tears out of
your eyes.
(And it tastes like cold steel on your temple.
Just like every other suicide you've ever failed.)
-- Griffinhart
17 July 2012
a grave of memory -
You are all that is beautiful
You are all that is beautiful
You are all that is beautiful,
Like a bride I never buried-
Like a corpse I should've married-
Like the drink that drove me to death,
You are the nightmare that stole my last breath.
You are all the cruelties etched onto the blade of my knife,
And I am the fool that should have made you my wife.
-- Griffinhart
3 October 2011
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(Untitled)
We did not invent the algorithm.
The algorithm consistently finds Jesus.
The algorithm killed Jeeves.
The algorithm is banned in China.
The algorithm is from Jersey.
The algorithm constantly finds Jesus.
This is not the algorithm.
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This Is My Longest Night
This Is My Longest NightThese are the longest nights ( Read more... ) -
Sick. Dead. Done.
Sick. Dead. Done.
Sick.
We paint the stars with words not meant for our eyes,
In colors of our tears against the blue-black soundscape.
Drawn to the line like a magnet caught in a touch -
It is not a color.We play the game with sounds not meant for our mouths ( Read more... ) -
PAX Prime 2010: Over.
Okay so PAX Prime 2010 is over for me. Did a three-day, BYOC stint. Now to rattle off thoughts before they disappear from my head ( Read more... ) -
Fleshdarling
Fleshdarling
Beating hearts and bleeding lies,
Eating flesh and screaming cries,
Listening to melting eyes.
He sickens me so.
What does?
That repulsive stare, every time I walk by.
Scream, little child, cry and die.
Bleed, mad mother, slither as you try.
Fall away, burn away, disappear, asking "Why?"
Don't you see it?
See what?
That shadow in ( Read more... ) -
Various and Sundry: Friday the 13th
I wrote a lot of poems on Friday to make up for the blatant lack of such in the past couple of months ( Read more... ) -
Something lost and never found.
There was a word here. I went and lost it, never put the pen to the ink (the fingers to the keyboard), never made note, never recorded it.
How did it go?
Something like...
What is poetry in motion?
Is it a song, silent, sibilant, sliding from shades and shadows?
Or something like that.
There was a girl, wasn't there?
Was it a girl, fearsome, ( Read more... )