| when i write poetry, the inspiration spouts out of my head in violent gushes, sometimes so quickly that i can't write it all on paper. |


greenI can't wait for a stable, healthy tree that I can sit in and see all I want to see. I can't wait for grass that grows tallgreen
that I can lay in thinking of
nothing at all. I can't wait for vines to grow around my torso and limbs that will squeeze me tight until I go limp. I can't wait for your fingernails on my skin and your hair against the lines on my palms. I can't wait for your heart pressed against mine and those eyes gazing deep into my soul. so deep that I can feel the blood rush in my ears. I can't wait f


llabtoofswastikas stain your sweet lips and greed clouds your shining eyes.llabtoof
the thunderstorm comes and rains down bullets that wash away none of the dirt that's spattered across your nose.
the bookends of your life are hiding from you and the doors of the businesses you've waltzed through
hit you hard on the ass when you walk out
the point of it all
is something you never seem to be interested in. instead, you focus completely on the lemondrops on my tongue and the way I walk when I walk out the door. &n


zonbiThis lack of sleep makes my hands drag and my eyelids droop and my feet feel like there are weights chained to my ankles. and my stomach lurch and my brain malfunction and my mind to feel like it's running a race it has no chance to win.zonbi
I must stay awake. I musn't sleep in class. my poetry sucks the worst, and my voice sounds like a zombie's.
/facepalm.
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