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note 48i've hit the part
where you say
'i'm leaving' and
i don't ask you
to stay

infectiousi find myself
reusing the words
my father once
gave to me:
i am a useless bastard, you
deserve so much more.

verbatim, i sing
along the string
of my vertebra--
the vortex that
scatters you to
the floor.
i was not born
a beast, but born
of
and grown.
leave me.
i am not your lover,
i am your cancer:
with me you
will be carrion cast
onto the lawn
by morning.

wantingdoused in milk and honey
the Queen rises
a horizon,
the skyline
you've got the devil
in her eyes coming
out like drivel lies
she wants you, paradise
but what she aches for
is to turn
a murk bath into
a gully.
her spider
arms hold you round
the neck and
you slip
to the floor a rapid;
cast her into
the sea.

monster.we watched horror movies together in the back room of the shittiest apartment on the west side. the more blood and cheap effects the better you liked them. i was always worried you might be getting ideas. that you might have been too focused on the red and the way it was forced out and how you could replicate in it in full HD.
most would worry about you replicating it on someone else, like the media is forcing down my throat. god dam this world makes me mad sometimes. too busy trying to stop people hurting other people, that they don't notice those hurting themselves.i noticed you. no-one else did though.
i never understood how your heart could be so big for everyone else, but never enough for you. i have never wished for anything as hard as i did when it came to you. i wished for you to heal, for god to swap our places and give your burden to me. i swear if it meant keeping you by my side i wouldnt care if i never saw the light again or if my knees buckled every single morning under t

deflourgod's
got a thing

for women in white dresses,

legs broken and
twisted

like the knot
of a dead man's
noose

Sky EyesDesert hands tell tales
of a hundred arid summers, but
you are no longer as cloudless as they

(there is a storm
creeping through blue, blue veins).

But tell the sky to keep her sorrow,
that grey cascade blurring against
eyelids and horizons;

and suppress her misbegotten
droplets, seeping into the sodden
ground underfoot—

for there is still sun in your sky eyes.

note 18i am an avalanche,
and you will come
tumbling down
with me

FeverI like pretending I mean something to the ghosts
who wreak havoc on my bones-
impaling these masochistic butterfly wings
on railroad spikes
between heartbeats and bedsheets,
immortalized.

I got a heart in New Orleans,
palms engraving names like
Juliet, Alexandria, & Christine
on the seats of greyhound buses.

& I'm offering up 102 degrees of skin to a godless moon
as I breathe in her night scent.

copaceticyou know when the person you love and
you decide to break up, and you both say
to each other, you both agree that you
will be friends. and you think it, for a day
a week even, and he is still texting you and
you are still texting him, laughing like you
would do when you were one. and then you
meet his girlfriend at the mall, some butter
blonde bitch whose decolletage busts out
in peach ovals and she can't even tell you
how many guys she's fucked or let alone loved and
your boyfriend, or your lover who no longer is
yours is smiling like he has what he has always
wanted, all that is not you, and you become
bitter and backbitten and say something rash
and laugh and he gets it but his bitch doesn't
and then the next few weeks you are quiet
and he doesn't seem to think of you in his
experiment. you become an enemy and you
watch him from a window on your laptop
every move every suggestion every shirtless
whore make a common thing out of something
that was once undeniably yours. a

1I'm alone
even when the wine is there, even
when it is gone

a love letteri couldn't sleep. there are a lot of things on my mind, and i kept tossing, trying to fling the feelings from me, but they wouldn't leave, so i said to myself, "i'm going to write my fucking heart out, and it's going to feel much like getting slammed by a bus or a train, that immense crash and pain and blackness and the confusion after the hit (do you tumble, crack your head on the pavement or do you die, right there?)" and this is how this letter will go.
i'm scared of losing you. shit scared. i go to bed at night, sure that i have you here, somewhere, whether in my mind or in my heart and i wake up and i can't breathe and god i feel like i've really lost you somewhere, in my dreams or my actions or words unsaid. and god, you don't know what it is like to have a person like you missing from a bitter thing like me. i need you. i am coffee, black and roasted and hard to swallow but you make it so easy. you are my sugar, sweet thing, constant love and nothing else. you make me okay. you

by association.don't shoot the messenger
she told herself
but her aim was unsteady
and the wind blew her off target
they were all rotten anyway.

031.Things to do;
1) admire the entire city from the rooftop
2) smoke a whole packet of dunhill reds.
3) Jump.

hvirfilbylurin the morning i throb
against a lilac bruise
from the ache i've
carried for you

what if i said i wake up and i look at you
and your skin has not blackened
from disuse, has not paled from
neglect and still
i find perfection in the way
your arms hang like
a willow and the
arch of your back
and the width of
your ribs like a
marrow-cage
for me
what if i said i loved you?

note 22you are the thin sliver of thought
that graces my thighs as i
undress for him

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note 52i don't know how to properly
wrap my love: either
in words
or whips

pacificher longbow mouth is un-
strung; loose bottom
lip with a cocked
jaw -
.
she
births into him like
a womb

note 51we'll meet in the north somewhere
bus-tired, train-worn, back-seat
bent from sitting so long.
we'll meet here because it is far enough
to make you forget that i am a chance
with too many losses, far enough for me
not to be called back

note 48i've hit the part
where you say
'i'm leaving' and
i don't ask you
to stay

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by *KaitForest, Sep 19, 2012, 6:50:15 PM
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hang me from the moon,

i want to be beautiful

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~Fisk-Hollow Apr 29, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

I know that these words capture a specific emotion and feeling. I can already hear them echoing in my head speaking to moments where I couldn't find the right words. Simply beautiful and haunting.

*KaitForest May 3, 2013 Writer

thank you so much <3

~Liedy Jan 31, 2013

It's interesting because everybody knows exactly what you say here, and they do because you have cultivated that essential knowledge into a simple aesthetic, which in turn works so well because it is that simple. Simple, simple simple! Most poems regarding this matter attempt to go into detail about the personal relation towards that of wanting to "hang in beauty" but consequently will lose this essence, and ironically so because they go the extra mile to get there. By keeping but the essential element, everybody will intuitively upon reading it articulate that which they relate to it for themselves, and so one could even say that there is no need to keep it more complicated than this, which in turn would allow one to say that you did excellently. This is all digression of course, but I just really liked it, perhaps because it contrasts so well to the tedious; very tedious, tendency to get all whiny and dull about one of the most frequently recurring themes in poetry. In other words, fresh breath of air (high five). Of course capturing an essential element is a skill in itself, but to do it shortly and in such beauty, deserves credit. All praise well deserved!

*KaitForest Jan 31, 2013 Writer

i think i live for comments like these. wow. i am so glad you enjoyed this, despite its length. it is always reassuring to find those who understand my exact intentions in a piece- not only does it make me feel good about myself, but about the reader, as well (communication without direct contact). it is what i had in mind. and i was afraid no one had gotten my meaning, i was afraid i wasn't explaining myself, so to hear that you got it perfectly makes me feel so confident in this piece especially. thank you. this comment has made my day. <3

~Liedy Jan 31, 2013

Idk, personally I prefer it when people don't explain themselves, because one of the small wonders with art is that it hits that which cannot be explained, and any explanation then tend to, you know, consume the art in it? Anyway, glad to help.

*DogmaticKerr Dec 28, 2012

Tragically understandable

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*hazeltown Oct 5, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

you are the moon,
watching the world orbit for you

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