Black hole BulimicThe Composition:Black hole Bulimic by ~ChloroformBoy
I birth poems — not amaranths
in graveyards — not gardens.
sows seeds of doubt
into skeleton weeds.
A farmer plucks the bones
from Apollo's hyacinth; his
I binge on broken
cracked collectors of rocks,
of pebbles kidnapped
from barren beaches:
where crooked kings
buried in books whose
pages creak to crickets
in an abandoned abyss
of an attic—caskets on
an antiquated shelf. I
choke on the dust and
twitch in recoil.
The bickering sky
A cloud coughs—
The clock's scythe hand
swivels to the beckoning
twelve. Spastic ticking—
each bleak stroke
of a midnight heart.
The sundials do not work
now. The vampires know
I kill poems—
i have given you a present: perfect, simple, tenseLet me rename youri have given you a present: perfect, simple, tense by ~ChloroformBoy
majestic visage: you
are To Die For. Your
smile blinds me like
a one-eyed simile, a
Let us conjoin; we're
Now and Then. Let's
connect our clauses &
become a life sentence-
become a couple
of copulative verbs-
become less tense
& build a future
Let us make love like comma splices,
let's become each other's antecedent.
(independent pronouns &
hearts in transit. You are
the object of my affection,
the subject of this phrase,
the other end of my lonely
You are To Die For
& I never split an
things i asked the wizard forI hear your Reality voice for the first timethings i asked the wizard for by ~ChloroformBoy
in Eros-Only-Knows-how-long. Dressed
to kill, but you've already killed me more
times than a cat. Reincarnated by your smile
not directed at me. I'd have said hello,
but I'm better compiling my nonsense
into a grocery list of imperatives:
Take off your skin, your suit, your sex.
Poison the weatherman. Death by acid
rain. Let the windchill bash your skull.
Pretend it's a tornado whisking you off
to Oz. Steal the Tinman's heart. Crush
the Wicked Witch of Aphrodite. Regret
the pun on crush. Become haunted by
the Ghost of Valentine's Day Past. She
wants her ruby slippers back. Click my
body with your hips three times. Chant
"there's no place like home" & if home's
where the heart is, then my bedroom is
on your sleeve. Sleeping on your wrist.
Snoring from my heart. Don't wake me.
This is the first time I've slept in a year;
this is the first time I've dreamt in three
I sprinkle moldy breadcrumbs across
the path of jaun
teenage lifestyle, baby.in the words of music duo 3oh!3:teenage lifestyle, baby. by ~piratesdontcry
kill the lights,
these children learn from cigarette burns,
fast cars, fast women and cheap drinks.
it feels right,
all these asphyxiated self medicated,
take the white pill you'll feel alright.
smoking kills by ~hunur no smoking by ~StannLeigh
:thumb53533891: Smoking theme by ~Drunkphoto :thumb116560357:
Another Smoking Shot by ~whiteravenimages No Smoking by ~felixtrickster :thumb88869652:
Jared Smoking by *anubis281 Say no to smoking by ~GooBeenMD Smoking by ~whiteravenimages
These Children by ~alivinglie :thumb69950358: :thumb100626651:
:thumb139151579: Bitter Embrace by ~FurtiveLungs Fast Cars, Faster Women I by ~pauladelley
Fast Cars, Faster Women V by ~pauladelley Fast Cars, Faster Women II by ~pauladelley Fast by ~Mgl-23
Fast Cars, Faster Women III by ~pauladelley Fast Cars and Cold Icees by ~AnimaSoucoyant fast cars, slow guitars by ~gedes
:thumb88254854: I hate fast cars by ~BellaBlumchen :thumb66141955:
Ferrari F430 - Teaser by ~dejz0r Let The Flames Begin by ~jenarose Alcohol by ~CezarJ
Fast Women by ~walker1812 Fast Cars, Faster Women - 4 by ~HIMstress666 Fast cars. by ~sanvonzombie
Cheap Thrills by ~thelostart Shush Girl, Shut your Lips by ~hopelessxj Ahinora by ~manj3d
the sea is risingsummer brought back memories that you leant her last year andthe sea is rising by ~piratesdontcry
she drew a map of where she wont be so you wont find her.
she broke twigs and ribs and hearts with that sarcastic smile and my
back wont take much more to snap.
and I screamed dont hold your breath, she's not coming home.
i wont lie, he said, i love calling you by single letters and syllables
and when you whisper it makes it too hard to decide.
[ive been beaten in the game i started] but ten years from now she
wont be the one by your bed side when youve lost sight of whats
worth it and whats really there to hurt.
and all I can hear is a high pitched buzzing and I swear all the shadows
have knives. im lost in the worst kind of way and
summer called today. she wants her memories back.