Same old shit, different day I’m familiar with this black dog that Scratches at the door to be let in Before it jumps on my back for a free ride into My thoughts. It’s there now, do you hear it? I’m the one waiting with dark circles And smeared mascara on the mattress Like a queen of dark things…
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Ghosts in Love Rattling Chains Against the World
I keep looking for you in the places We used to haunt Ghosts in love rattling chains against the world You insist you’re still there But my reflection stares back, alone. We picked this place together Fought back the priests Exorcising misunderstanding I didn’t realize you’d converted While I wasn’t looking. Now I trace my fingers in dust Caking…
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The Studio
Lyrics contain poetry We know this; listen But underneath the words The heartbeat That’s the shit I live for If my body can’t help but move Love’s gonna find me again Dancing in that studio The night hot, alive A heaving breathing thing Sweat dripping down my back To Magenta neon blue – Sara Myriad Note: Today I saw…
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A Whim, A Whim, A Whim
Unapologetic in her pleasures Selecting them like flowers Like clouds puffed away; an exhale Ecstasy A whim, a whim, a whim No need to compare to others No such thing as betters Just different talents; inspiration Learning More, and more, and more No greater joy than growing No greater triumph than knowing Tomorrow could the best; believe it Hoping…
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Please God, Let Me be Great at Something
Assembling images, constructing themes Why won’t the words come when I’m proving a point? I prefer my rage with a pen’s edge Knives are for posers Resorting to blood Instead of destroying the mind. Don’t they know The mind bleeds more? So I write my anger and I do puzzles Clicking pieces together Why can’t my brain click into…
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I Wonder What the Lyrics Were
I was young and didn’t know how to love. I thought love came via obsession If I was tearing my hair out, waiting For that validation For being acknowledged. Wanted. I never could accept I was enough, so I pushed away Destroyed gifts When I found out they cheated, Ecstasy poured through me; I never listened to that stupid…
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Withered Pages
Do the words dry up With the passing of time and forming of wrinkles My bones getting weaker As my joints sing new songs? Are they linked to me like the veins in my body The pounds gathered from many rich meals With those I love? My brain fires new thoughts, not all of them nice Days wasted away…
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Maybe, Hopefully, Probably.
(Substitute any of the above three words as you see fit. You’re part of this now.) “Maybe”, it will be like poetry finds me In scraps floating across my dreams, Or at dawn when the world is quiet And waits for me to turn it tangible. “Maybe” I’ll live in the notes of birdsong, Or the barely audible marching…
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The Diner of Your Life
If anything is to eat me alive Let it not be anger Or fear Or envy Or doubt. Let it not march across my face like wrinkles will, Leeching me away like time never can. Let love eat me alive instead Let me breathe Create And feel Knowing that’s always been enough. An audience of thousands or an audience…
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Brand or Human?
I’m a curated conglomerate A popup museum, vaguely human My exhibits don’t have to mean anything, As long as they draw a crowd. I’ll watch any guru on YouTube Because I don’t trust my intuition I operate on superstition For all the wrong things. You ask me to help others, And I’ll gladly oblige, If I can record it…