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Blown out

You are the pill I pulverize And snort through my septum You make my brain blow The dirty pile of plowed snow Leftover beauty In the corner of the parking lot You melt Trickling down my sewer In an attempt to drown my rats You can’t negate something That was never there Faker than instant potatoes You pretend That I’m not smarter than you That the finish line isn’t visible That I can’t see through Those tinted windows But your curtains are sheer Matchbook boy With your slender stick of fiery wood Keep dancing like a trick candle Burn yourself back to life After I extinguish you

Pittance of Pity

Putrid illness trickles down my leg Dripping disease From every stagnant pore Infection feeds on me Devouring from the inside out So your pity Is less than a pittance I've taken from you all that I need I can retract like I never existed  Your less than divine transmittance Helped sharpen the tools  I already had in my box  Commiseration loves misery Reflect that upon yourself I am pitiful all alone Condole with your heartless own A mind and body that attacks me daily Has left me relentless Indefatigable  Before you pretend to sympathize Remember how you sculpted me An indestructible malady Hanging on till the next chemotherapy I can sit on this sick bed Own every word I've ever said Stay stoned in the fact That I am more real  Than you want me to be I love as I live Raw and unfiltered Medicated Thanks for the inspiration But please hang your pity On someone else's tree

Eternally Mine

All of my words mean At least two different things So if you think you get their meaning You'll do well to think again This poetry is for the one and only I love me and no soul is lonely There is little desire To please beyond my needs I will not chase you My lungs can't keep up the pace Instead of your pictures I'll gaze upon my own damn face Fall in love with The only one that matters beyond forever For the hundredth time A thousand more even better I am eternally mine A divine swine Dressed with the fortune Of upper middle class guilt The doors never close for me They are revolving and endless You are free to come and go If I leave myself vulnerable The only one to blame is me I sculpted you into what I wanted you to be The roulette is Russian So have no fear You felt the warmth of my heart Can you feel it harden too? Do it before it gets done to you The king's seat is vacant I am the queen of my dreams The throne is not share

Mirror

The reflection in the mirror is distorted Up is down and left is right An enemy stares back at me One of the mean girls Pretending to be nice Unashamed to cry acidic tears Brilliant eyes the color of grass Glow fluorescent With the lies of a hundred men Only looking ahead never past Bleed my name from freshly sliced wrists Paint the floors with my love Try not to slip on the slick tiles Mirror mirror from the wall I will place your desires above