After an hour or two I grew hungry, not at the stale food or the plate of e(m)pty strings. I wasn’t event satiated by the lies shoved down my throat. T(r)uth was blurry from then onwards and I could clutch my black and white tie, humming a song of... – by T.L | 8 Views added 2 days ago
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Words are dangerous, you can have a fit of— well anything.
Write what you feel, what you felt,
and watch how the recipient tosses and turns
at night.
Watch how your words burn, watch how they catch flight. A message into the wind, turns... – by RENOIR | 10 Views added 8 days ago
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Playing othello in the hospital room
a thousand times
i win a lot
when do you get to... – by YOUR LOSER | 14 Views added 13 days ago
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is your face deformed
why do they poke you
why is it that the roll of a dice
decides whether you live or die in
5 years
why does your hospital room smell like
morphine
and sweat
why is it that you want me to stay longer
and... – by RENOIR | 11 Views added 13 days ago
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I’ve been told,
“You Exaggerate all of the stories you tell.”
They say my stories sound like explosions, when I retell an event or matter.
They say I use big words to fill in gaps that shouldn’t need to exist.
“It’s probably part of your... – by RENOIR | 10 Views added 17 days ago
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We, are constantly afraid, of you on the run,
Where we only want to be held close again,
To keep you in sights, heartwrenchingly waiting
We
Wait
We jump at any and every movement you make and eagerly await the new nonsensical
When... – by RENOIR | 24 Views added 20 days ago
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you love something buy it twice,
a sweet, a shirt, get something nice
remember to hold them close,
they don't have a price.
They, don't have a price.
Going once, going twice!
Bodies in a wine chiller, keep em' with ice.
... – by RENOIR | 19 Views added 24 days ago
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I write this in a submissive rage,
to the ones who don't have the vocabulary to read this,
the disgusting grime that sticks onto the fingers of innocent people, you two, and others.
DEAR CAGE,
YOU ARE FILTH. You necked and crushed me, locked... – by MIGI | 14 Views added 24 days ago
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Rest now,
The plume of feathers rests on my hat now,
Trinkets, Treasures, surrounded by more than...
more than I remembered.
A little bear sits on my bedside table,
he remains vigilant,
no scent hath disappeared.... – by RENOIR | 29 Views added 27 days ago
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For many ways more than one,
you can count on me
for all the wiser, all the growth,
I have been bent
thrown into a cascade of a fresh slate
a wiped wall
and do not doubt me my friend, I am stronger
Bruise,... – by RENOIR | 32 Views added 1 month ago
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Light was long, the armchair and I,
Jules, heaped on the sofa.
The sunlight still.
I shook until my bones reminded me,
It was too cold.
Blanket.
Blanket.
Blanket.
Boiling in the wretch of the sun.
... – by RENOIR | 18 Views added 1 month ago
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Wilting in my chair,
Hemlock turned a gaze n' told me
"You're a bastard for fortune."
"A gal needs her shoes, her hair n' her nails."
"You don't need nun' of 'at to look precious."
(Hemlock I wish to strike you... – by Renoir | 21 Views added 1 month ago
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A man whispered softly to me over the counter,
in Frizz and All.
Squint Victorian Brooch, a shady lip.
His tireless trench-coat, had a bit of,
Je nais se quois.
He seethed to me the words, "My son."
"My son, my son killed... – by Renoir | 61 Views added 1 month ago
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I let the olive oil seep into my desk,
wearily, one can try to absorb it
(Oil is youth they said, live forever.)
my writings, stained, creased, STICKY.
the fountain pen leaked an oily substance, inky, dark.
smeared, it... – by MIGI | 12 Views added 1 month ago
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