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Something between and angle and an amoeba, that's where you'll find me. In the mean time, here are some distracting things. Some of which I made myself.

Posts tagged love poem

Jan 21 '12


Apparently you need me, enough to not reply.
Cherish every moment, that you hide and compromise
It’s ridiculous, how you come across so strong, I wonder how long you’d last,
you’re pathetic and it’s wrong.
Weak and miserable, fishy caught in a net.
You’re as crippled and disabled as an amputated war vet.
Fighting with yourself, if to distract from everything else; you must not know,
you must not care. Lording over my pocketed underwear.
Shower you with all my love can give, yet you’re overwhelmed by the smallest rift. 


(Source: emurgess)

Jan 1 '12

Better off with No One

No one in the world or space or time misses you so much as me. How unlucky.

I miss you as the waves miss the shore, cascading towards it forever more. Swallowing each grain of sand, I am your ocean, you are my land. No one knows you, you were made my man. Stolen from me and my treasury, taken from my chest with jealousy. How couldn’t she be an enemy? I would give up your love to have your time, forever cursed to dream and rhyme.

No one loves you as much as me. Nothing so wasteful as what you’ll never receive. I grieve, I grieve, I grieve. I miss you as if you were dead, decapitated, a house without its head. The depths in the shade of my everglade drown and make me your eternal slave. What I would give to kiss your hands, no one can take you, you are my man. Run away before you stay to play, every day I will pretend I’m better off without you anyway.


(Source: emurgess)

Jul 5 '11

A Long Time Ago

nothing is worth the effort and the effort ain’t worth nothing, back and forth like war we’re pushing and tugging. each hand on the rope, noose, ill cut your throat. but I’d rather just choke, listen to the air stuck in your throat. protected like a moat, just trying to stay afloat. alligators and crocodiles guard what you wont. no territory, no pride, won’t listen to what’s inside. acid tears are cried, burning through the lies. I can’t take this no more, don’t give a fuck what’s in store. it can only go up from here, or maybe not, that’s my fear. supposed to be telling a story, but all I can do is feel. the pain surging through me is all too real. immobile like steel, my mobility you steal. skin comes off like a peel. wish it would just end, lord, an angel you must send. can’t believe we’re here again, despite all the listening. all the hope that was glistening. scattered moments, shattered glass, strewn through the past. walking a fine line between your time and mine. I’ll keep repeating myself, over and over again. so angry I could piss on him. pissed off you could say. like every other day, you swore it’d be okay, but it won’t go away. promised it would go well, we wouldn’t revisit hell; return the life long pass, relaxing in the grass, watching clouds pass, our happiness amass. whispering softly, slowly, lowly. words are feathers, together, forever. can’t keep it, can’t speak it, won’t repeat it. slipping away, day to day, can’t help but pray. begging you to stay. curled in your lap. fingers clasping hair, tearing underwear. what’s under there; pandora’s box. memory bleached like clorox. can’t remember to forget all the pain and regret. pride my lost bet, after all the feelings spent. so expensive, won’t relent, like a million dollar rent. cannot be innocent, until I can repent. too scared to make a peep, crawling to a place where snow won’t heap. why won’t he, why can’t he? the queen and the worker bee, not how it’s meant to be. please call me baby. tell me to stay. make it go away. check my closet at night when you turn off the light. tell me one more time it’ll be alright. kiss me goodnight and tuck me in. remind me to pray, forgive my sins. join me in my bed, lay down your sweet head. the last super, I’m your broken bread. a heavenly body, words are once again beyond me. the shore’s of sleep await, now that light has opened darkness’ gate

(Source: emurgess)

May 8 '11

Ode to a Boy so Sweet

Be still my beating heart!
but nay, thy stealish claws shall grasp me not.
fingers tracing clouds,
we are a shape free entity
however old you would like to be

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(Source: emurgess)