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A diamond queen
and seventeen,
smoking pack-a-day dreams
for 95 cents more than
zirconium-falls in slim nicotine
(but the cancer in ashtrays never
stops anyone from trying.)
There’s truth in gusts of sleep,
while I struggle in the
security of windbreaking
as heaven opens up to scream.
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Pack Rats
I want to be
that
stale as bread,
peeling
picture of her
that you
stow(ed) away
in the beating
of your breast
pocket
Literature
confessions of a misguided poet
certain things in my mind
would be better left unsaid,
such as:
i. how I stared at a bottle of pills
for an hour as if they would slide down
my throat on their own.
ii. when I stepped out of the shower
with bloody knees and didn't bother
to put a band aid over them.
iii. why I can't keep a smile long
enough for someone to take
my picture.
iv. who I wanted to be when I was
a little girl and who I am
right here and now.
v. where I tried to jump off a
bridge and landed in water
deep enough for me to swim in.
vi. what I wanted to scream at
you that day but I just stayed
silent and hoped you would forget.
no more pretty words and
l
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Aaron Green
He has four patients in analysis,
who lie on the couch, and six patients
who come in for psychotherapy
and sit in a chair.
A vivid, impatient,
unsmiling face--
professorial clothes
subdued tie
black modern sofas
beige carpets
reproductions of modern
art, an unswerving classical
Freudian sort.
I remember the agreeable warmth
of the low-ceilinged,
dimly lit room.
A cozy lair.
From these early, unimagi
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Edit: 7/29/13 Edited with the help of *ssolaris
Original title: erorr.
What do you guys think of the changes, if I can ask?
Original version:
A diamond queen
and seventeen,
smoking pack-a-day dreams
for 94 cents more than
zirconium themes
and slim nicotine
(the cancer in ashtrays
never did burn pasts...
but that didn't
stop anyone from trying.)
She'd drink her coat or stuff it
while I'm still struggling
in security and raincoats
when heaven opens up to scream
and when I finally tell
the truth, it's that
I can't be meters per second
when I'm too busy
in hearts per breaking
Yes. This piece is basically a big long rant of my ongoing/spurred hatred for love and for bleak futures.
I feel that it's #$%^. However, I liked the idea.
~ Critique is like food to starving men... therefore, it is much appreciated!
FEED DEM MEN! ~
Original title: erorr.
What do you guys think of the changes, if I can ask?
Original version:
A diamond queen
and seventeen,
smoking pack-a-day dreams
for 94 cents more than
zirconium themes
and slim nicotine
(the cancer in ashtrays
never did burn pasts...
but that didn't
stop anyone from trying.)
She'd drink her coat or stuff it
while I'm still struggling
in security and raincoats
when heaven opens up to scream
and when I finally tell
the truth, it's that
I can't be meters per second
when I'm too busy
in hearts per breaking
Yes. This piece is basically a big long rant of my ongoing/spurred hatred for love and for bleak futures.
I feel that it's #$%^. However, I liked the idea.
~ Critique is like food to starving men... therefore, it is much appreciated!
FEED DEM MEN! ~
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First let me say I'm really sorry for taking so long to read this!! D:
And second I think this one has a better flow to it compared to the original, I like both though!