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Salutations, Disaster, Kill Mehello,
the world ends the day
you forget who you are

hello,
the world ended
with world war ii

hello,
the world will never end
as long as we're kissing

hello,
you've got armageddon
written all over your lips

(let me lick the catastrophe clean)

hello,
i don't believe in greetings
or apocalypses or eternity

hello,
in world war nineteen,
will you hold my hand?

hello,
you don't believe in propaganda
or conspiracies or happy endings

hello,
you don't believe in saying
GOODBYE

i sold my heart to a physicianyou smell like crystal meth overdoses.
(not that i know what that smells like)
this is more than your overthecounter
tylenol prescription.  you're more than
a prescription (and i hate rhyming but)
you're an addiction, a malediction even.
a subscription to a magazine i wouldn't
read -- just stare at the pretty pictures.
stare at the pictures. become abducted
by jealousy. tear out my eyes. eat them.
tear out my mouth. eat it.  realise that's
absurd.  not care.  care.  not care. care.

not care. care not.  carry your picture
in my wallet.  the one where y

adjusting to a new environmentIf you ever want to love
me, here are a few tips:

Adjust the spacing of 'a never'
to 'an ever'. Adjust to climate
changes.  Adjust your legs to
fit my bed size.  Call me Jelly.

Adjust your hips' position to match mine.
Read just the letters and not the wor()d
Readjust the spacing.  Adjust to a world
without peanut butter or daisies or sex.

Adjust the volume of your moans,
so we don't wake your roommate
or parents or the neighbourhood.
Try not to break any thermostats
as you adjust body temperature.

Adjust the room temperature;
it's getting hot in here. Adjust
to living in each new house or

perfection, LOVE, imperfectionDescribe yourself in one word:

i'mperfect

"no, no, love.
you're putting apostrophes
where they don't belong."

"no, no, no.
one, i'm not your love.
two, i'm not a grammar freak.
three,  i    don't be long        anyway.
          i    don't be long        anywhere
          i    don't be long (to) anybody.
          it  won't b

make like yellow and slow downThis is a story about octagons
and road rage.  Well, actually,
this isn't a story; instead, this
is a to-do list.  So complete it.

*

Paint a stop sign green,
and GO away, one way,
says an arrow on some
other sign not to follow.
Paint this one magenta;
paint that one cerulean.

Transform an entire street
into a Crayola crayon box.
Park in a no parking zone.
Go directly to jail. Escape.
Go three times the speed
limit, dumbass driver. Get
caught. Get a ticket. Get
a life. Give me your ticket,
but tell me it's for a train.
Paint the railroad crossing
sign invisible.  Wait for it.
Eat th

Greek Equivalent of Elm Streetsometimes,
i write poems in my head,
change the storyline,
kill the protagonist,
then delete the whole
tragedy

sometimes,
i wish i could narrate
someone else's life,
but nobody would hire me
to write their autobiography,
so i compensate by invading
their nightmares, signed the
Script-burning Storyteller or
the Freddy Krueger of Tales

They call me the Dream Bandit.
The Reverie Thief. Or Crooked
Raconteur, to my close friends.
I rewrite History. Trespassing
into Father Time's laboratory&
reading his transcripts& hiding
his documents& spraypainting
fuck you fate in black cursive
as if to say in your f

you're proof love still existsi believe in imaginary numbers and telephone numbers.
i believe in conjugating french verbs and french kisses.
i believe in every religion and every god ever invented.
i believe in psionics and biology, anatomy & astrology.

because:

300 miles is nothing; $50 is nothing; 6 hours is nothing.
je suis à toi. tu es à moi. i am yours, and you are mine.
i worship the church in your heart, your ribcage chapel.
together we defy scientific laws like gravity & distance.

i believe in the art of love.
i believe in a love for art.
i believe in a life without you,
but if i ever had to live one,
i'd rather believe in death.

ben franklin and the dinosaurssome days, i wish i invented the atomic bomb.
some days, i wish i could invent a cure for life.
some day i will invent a working time machine,

and i'll travel to the era
of ignorance and bliss;
kill thomas edison and
invent the lightbulb;
kill michelangelo and
call him an impostor;

paint the sistine chapel
black after night skies,
after tar, after death,
(i'm) after your heart,
after all the shit, after
all the trouble, after all
this... after all, you still
aren't born yet (neither
am i, but that's not the
point of this exercise)

now for my next trick,
i'll rewind as far back
as the filmreel allows;
i will claim the gar

losing innocence to a strangeri remember:
                   when my clothes fell
                   to your bedroom floor
                   i felt alive.
                   i felt complete.
                 &

When in Doubt, Ask T JeffersonTRIAL ONE:
Heads, you hate me.
Tails, you dont love me.

You act as if you were the 3rd
President of the United States;
Pretend I am a sleazy Kennedy
or Alexander Hamiltons corpse.

Imagine Im the reincarnation
of your greatgranddads rival,
a traitors descendant,

a weed, sprouted from the tainted
family tree in my guerilla backyard;
your mortal nemesis from the past,
between 1743 and 1826.

TRIAL TWO:
Heads, youve killed me before.
Tails, youll kill me once more.

Maybe I should have paid
more attention in history;
maybe I should have paid
more attention to Politics.

Maybe you should have paid
more attention to me.

one if by paper, two if by seai will compare you to a comparison
about me just so i can hear you say
"no one's ever said me that before"

i will fold you into an origami swan
and place you in my pocket just so i
never feel alone, never feel unloved.

i will kiss your paper cheeks,
smooth the creases, making a
new crimp. art. manipulation.

i will reform you into an airplane
and toss you into the river. one
more thing: i forgot to fuel you.

i will watch as you pretend
you can evolve into a boat,
and i will watch you drown.

im not psychic, we arent fatedtwo and a half hours from now:
the last day i may ever see you
(if im lucky) but im not lucky so
why dont i just send my adieux
in advance: from mine to yours

two and a half years from now:
the last day, as told by Mayans
something-something years ago
(if im gullible) i might run, panic,
wish i loved more people. but i
believe in apocalypses as much
as you believe in me: not at all.

two and a half eternities from now:
the last time i will tell you how i will
either be dead or yours. however if
you survive 2012 then i doubt i will.

you entranced me near the exithow fascinating,
how captivating,
how entrancing,
how enchanting
you look tonight

ravishing,
lavishing,
dressed in a spellbinding fashion
like some European opera singer
or Parisian supermodel -- trendy
with a waist smaller than E. Coli,
you sure seem more dangerous.

double, double, toil and trouble

so haute couture
so hoe, cut your
bewitching tongue
because you put
the EW in BITCH.

you are charmful to my health.
i am enamoured with glamour.
you've cursed me with rhymes
like "hex" and "sex" and "ex";
you've cursed me with poetry;
you've cursed me with shame;
you've cursed me with curses;
you've cursed and cussed me,

your pseudonym should be BLANKyour name tastes like another reverie.
i split your soubriquet in seven
shamefulless segments,
s c a t t e r e d
on each continent.

i shall declare your new moniker:
" "
named after the saids i never said,
the thoughts i never thought,
the knows i never knew,
the mouth i never entered;

the accumulating nevers i never evered,
the could haves i could have could had,
the maybes i maybe could'

congratulations, you just diedyou fucked the Grim Reaper,
and i won the lottery. if this
is good luck or bad grammar,
i'll never know. i'd say karma
if i wasn't so homicidal, but at
least i don't screw entities (or)

screw the academy,
i'd like to thank you.
but who are you, exactly?
or rather, who aren't you?

well, i know for a fact:
you are not the love of my life.
you are not the life of my love.
you might be the death of me;
you could be the death of love.
perhaps just the love of Death.

i heard Death got married last march.
i wasn't invited. i never am. oh well.
i bet the wedding was like a funeral--
the Death o

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buried in pithoiYou leave me in such awe
I could disconnect my jaw
and put it in Pandora's Box;
while I'm here, I'll store my hope in,
hopin' it won't ever open. So I'll
smother it with forty locks.

Mischief is my middle name;
don't tell me yours is the same.
Or I'll change it to Frightened,
or Dead, or Enlightened,
or Sorrow or Wallow-in-Shame.

Kept it hidden in an urn,
phoenix ashes left to burn.
Pluck my ribs, put them in
Zeus's Greco Jar of Sin,
tell me that I'll never learn

how to turn gas into a spark,
how to turn light into dark,
how to turn an empty urn
into a museum for my parts.

You're sarcastic, masochistic.
I'm a s

slow motion guilt or acid tripread my lips--lift the kiss print.
come a little closer, perfect fit.
read my heart's aortic charts,
literature for the broken arts.

read my skin cells,
sex cells, jail cells.
Carcinogenic,
or bibliophilic.
the bookstore sells
cancer cells. i read
this one already; it
sucks. the ending
sucks. all endings
suck. but this one
swallows.

read my mind--you're on it.
inside you'll find
a boy in a closet,
carving bones from his
skeleton safety deposit

read my bone structure:
i'm invertebrate
not a chordate.
cut off my patella: loves me;
break my tibia: loves me not
(i put the 'fib' in 'fibula'

i'm lucid dreaming while awakeDear My Psychokinetic Boy:
Let's learn astral projection
in ninety days. I'll be in Las
Vegas, and you'll be in San
Diego, but every night we'll
meet in my dreams.  You'll
karate chop the monsters,
protect me from banshees
and incubi, bubble wrap us
in energy forcefield shields.

Let's learn teleportation
before the twentyninth,
your halfbirthday.  Then
we could see each other
whenever you'd start to
miss me or whenever I'd
start to miss you.  Or to
kiss your lips goodnight.

you're proof love still existsi believe in imaginary numbers and telephone numbers.
i believe in conjugating french verbs and french kisses.
i believe in every religion and every god ever invented.
i believe in psionics and biology, anatomy & astrology.

because:

300 miles is nothing; $50 is nothing; 6 hours is nothing.
je suis à toi. tu es à moi. i am yours, and you are mine.
i worship the church in your heart, your ribcage chapel.
together we defy scientific laws like gravity & distance.

i believe in the art of love.
i believe in a love for art.
i believe in a life without you,
but if i ever had to live one,
i'd rather believe in death.

i want to need to need to wantI need: double A batteries,
a screwdriver, and a bottle
of gin. Make that a double.
Make me a sandwich, extra
rum. Make me an alcoholic.
Kill my liver. Hello, cirrhosis.
You know how much I hate
poison, hate you. You know
how much I need

I need: five more minutes,
please. I need: to write a
poem that makes sense. I
need: somebody to tell me
how "needing" differs from
"wanting", how "addiction"
differs from "obsession" or
how "you" differs from you

I want: the one without quotation marks

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things i must do before i die:

by ~ChloroformBoy, Apr 6, 2010, 3:14:45 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

Learn to Fly.  Travel Europe
with my soulmate.  Sleep on
top of the Eiffel Tower.  Wake
up naked in a Greek truckstop.
Tell a gondolier my life story in
Venice.  Ask his.  Swing dance on
the Leaning Tower of Pisa.  Tell
Moscow "good morning".  Smile.

Learn the waltz.  Perform a
valse in the Himalayas.  The
Swiss Alps.  Nepal.  Pretend
the sky has a second job as
a ballroom.  Befriend a star.
Climb Mt Everest.  Jump off.
Survive.  Throw a snowball
at my past regrets.  Laugh.

Learn German.  Learn Dutch.
Learn every language in the
book.  Become a translator.
Quit.  Become the world's
best lover.  Quit.  Become
a God.  Get fired.  Look up
apotheosis in dictionaries
labelled Keep Out.  Shake
hands with Zeus.  Discuss
religion, drink wine, throw
a party in Olympus.  Invite
the universe.  Assassinate
Hades.  Declare myself the
Emperor of Clichés.  Learn
to swim.  Skinny dip in the
River Styx.  Dive headfirst.

Learn the saxophone.  Learn
the tuba.  Learn the trumpet.
Raise Cab Calloway from the
grave and start a jazz band.
Wear pinstripes.  Look good.
Remember this isn't the 50's.
White-out my calendar.  Tell
everyone the year is 1952.

Learn how to read music.
Learn how to read body
language.  Learn how to
read facial expressions.
Read a botany textbook.
Study biology and like it.
Give Nature a hug.  Plant
a tree.  Redefine Beauty.

Write poetry that doesn't suck.
Call you a liar.  Not cry.  Tell you
I miss you.  Mean it.  Tell you
my birthday, my goals in life, my
favourite food, my middle name,
my phone number and address.
Get yours in return.  Go to sleep.
Dream I'm conquering mermaids
on Atlantis.  Wake up.  Realise I
was imagining things.  Not care.
Change the world for the better.
Smile.    Laugh.    Love.     Live.

things i must do before i die:by ~ChloroformBoy

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

©2010-2013 ~ChloroformBoy

i think a starlit tango in paris would be very romantic. and i actually can read sheet music if i want, just VERY, VERY slowly.

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~WolfxButterfly May 2, 2013 Student Writer

This is my bucket list, right here. XD I love it and you.

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~ChloroformBoy May 3, 2013

haha <3 tahnks

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~ChloroformBoy Mar 6, 2013

<3 thanks

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you're such a fantastic writer <3 everything of yours I read I love even more.

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~ChloroformBoy Jan 28, 2013

thanks <3

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Your fantastic literature has been featured here!
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~ChloroformBoy Dec 31, 2012

tahank you <3

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~Zuzin Feb 29, 2012

This helped me cross smile of my list. Thank you.

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