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archipela.go.away
your body is an island
my body is an island too
all this water in between us
there's nothing we can do
we were once together
then our plates collided
pangaea severed
now we're just two
scattered islands
split up forever
our ground started to rift
tectonic shift
caused our continental drift
so now all we are
is an archipelago
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:iconchloroformboy:ChloroformBoy 6 3
Literature
and to think my greedy canine heart almost drowned
my lips catch
fire from calling
out your name
trying to catch
your attention
like a deadly flu
(your smile has
no vaccine)
trying to catch
your heart
in my fishing net
(but your love
is like a shark)
trying to catch
the next flight
to wonderland
(population you)
trying to catch
myself from falling
for you or your lies
(but this balcony
begs to differ)
trying to catch
everything but feelings
but oh silly me
i must have forgotten
my baseball g
                     love
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:iconchloroformboy:ChloroformBoy 10 9
Literature
surrogate love contagion
things i wanted to tell you:
(crying in your car edition)
excuse my embarrassment,
but you're just so beautiful
& i’m just so unavailable
excuse my apprehension,
but i want it to be perfect
(we’re always bad timing
& worse luck)
excuse my curiosity,
but i want to read
the braille of your heart,
feel its wants and needs
and regrets (you can feel
mine)
excuse my aesopian analogies,
but i’m the greedy dog
who can't swim
to clarify:
you're the reflection;
temptation, the river;
me, drowning
excuse my contingency,
but you're the understudy
of my hydrophobic heart,
the backup star of its new play:
a long-awaited romance
with an ill-fated conclusion
excuse my memorializing
you into a poem,
but i need to pass these feelings on
to a new host
:iconChloroformBoy:ChloroformBoy
:iconchloroformboy:ChloroformBoy 13 20
Literature
TARtrazine + Feathers
i am a black portrait in a golden frame,
a black swan posing as a golden goose;
this heart of gold is a fraud in my chest
              just black tar dipped in yellow paint.
cosmetic graffiti
stains my soul a
splintered onyx,
a reverse midas,
on my throne of
gilded charcoal;
i’m just another shadow puppet
caught in a xanthic masquerade,
              waiting for the dye to wash away.
:iconChloroformBoy:ChloroformBoy
:iconchloroformboy:ChloroformBoy 12 7
Literature
Unmasced: a novelette ~PREVIEW~
The evening of the rave, Ashton was scrubbing the dishes in his dishevelled rags. Ever since he came out as gay, his family—his portly 22-year old sister, Portia; Portia’s twin brother, Cassius; their conservative, religious father, Monsignor Zigor—had disowned him, only letting him stay there if he cooked and cleaned. He was treated like a slave, and not in the fun, kinky way either. But to be fair, Portia and Cassius were slaves in their own way.
“Have you downloaded the new app yet?” Cassius asked his sister, eyes glued to his phone. “It’s called iCarious.”
Without looking up from her phone, Portia replied, “I’m downloading it as we speak. What is it? Another game? A social networking site where I can take lots of pictures?”
“It’s both. You just film everything you do and post status updates about every moment of your life, and it runs an algorithm that tells you what your Fun Quotient is.”
Portia po
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Literature
les berceuses ivres (collab)
hesitation comes with intoxication,
dangerous fingers and knobby knees
tucked close, a hibernation under
triggers and tangents,
canceled subscriptions
and a failure to commit
liquor talks with a lisp
and stutters at the thought
of your bare body
beneath the bar lights,
a trail of wineglass
shards and a swimming
pool of chardonnay
sip and synapse,
betrayal is never just fine,
so tell me a story, honey
wrap me up in
your paper thin skin
of beauty and perfection
sprinkle your half-slurred
words into my open ears
until your chest feels
as empty as this bottle
teach me how you measure love
against loneliness; show me
the differences between
your fingers and the tones
that grace your lips;
gift me the clouds
of your lungs as you exhale
your boozebreath
into my forlorn mouth
i catch it
and cause a civil war
between our clothes
and these bedsheets
(and the hangover
wins again)
:iconChloroformBoy:ChloroformBoy
:iconchloroformboy:ChloroformBoy 11 6
Literature
empty gallery
The calendar’s curse taunts me.
Put my heart in a time capsule
& bury it in the treasure chest
of a convenient clockmaker.
Tell the Sandman
to put me to sleep
with the dewdrops
of future hourglasses
        (do not disturb)
When the foliage
camouflages like
scaly chameleons
     to Libra’s reign–
     a jury’s equinox,
       excavate my fossil
       from its minefield;
       notify the museum
       curator & carefully
       carry my aged relic
       to its caged exhibit
                 (testlove it)
But it will
be too late
              you will have switched
              museums already – but
              the Mon
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:iconchloroformboy:ChloroformBoy 11 5
Literature
Your Lips Dripped Ambrosia
Let me carry
the weight of
your heart
upon my shoulders
Gently rest
between the
crevices of
my clavicles &
I become Atlas
 (your celestial
      innkeeper)
-
I've asked history's
greatest architects
for a copy of your
body's blueprints;
I've snuck into art
museums, chased
after geographers
&Venusian tailors;
alas, the roadmap
to your soul leads
to the most  magnificent  chateaux
to ever bless the heavens: a scene
                                 unfit for my
                                 mortal eyes
-
Gravity vanished at the touch of
your skin (carefully stitched
from the lushest clouds
  the sky could offer,
a majestic patchwork
of all my wishes alive)
my fingers forgot
their purpose as they
eclipsed into your
cheeks.
You smiled all of
the stars at once
and when your
lips met
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:iconchloroformboy:ChloroformBoy 21 16
Literature
01) limerence
love is a myth:
a dove’s brittle wish--
pheromone bones
to be dug in a ditch
(such an abyss)
it’s a bug by a witch
cupid’s coven: a kiss
that’s infected by hexes
i’m lockin’ lips with the apocalypse
the stars are fated
my heart has waited
behind the bars of Satan
darkness fading
LOVE and LUST are guards
and I’m incarcerated
in Mephisto’s prison; it
strips sinners of their innocence
I’m seeking deliverance
please save me from this limerence
a flaming chamber of shame
man it starts in the heart
works its way to the brain
i can’t be saved
i’m damned yet
my heart keeps on bleeding too damaged i’m banished from the garden of eden
i’m a weed in the devil’s conservatory
i’m a supernova crashing into purgatory
tossing coins in the loins of an unwell well
cause my wishes so sick they got a coughing spell
love’s a wicked/twisted malediction; my heart’s off to hell
love’s a shovel buries yo
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:iconchloroformboy:ChloroformBoy 13 2
Literature
on meeting my (pace)maker
i. ventricloquist
Yank my artery strings
for the cardiac puppet
show.  My veins orate
speeches on the taboo.
My heart’s loudspeaker
drowns out the decibels
of my dendrites
ii. systolic phase
This time bomb thumps
to the thought of your lip
balm smacking its dynamite
against my kerosene.  Your
coronary kisses electrify me
iii. said the thalamus to the atria
The orphanage
in my limbic system
harbors the hearts of
every guy who has
ever flirted with me
underneath its
goreboards
iv. arrhythmia absolved
Lysol my amygdala
until these infected
lobes relinquish the
imprisoned lovers
in each chamber
v. aortion clinic
Forsake
the jar of
hormones
that sits upon
my neck
:iconChloroformBoy:ChloroformBoy
:iconchloroformboy:ChloroformBoy 18 7
Mature content
Elysium Unshackled :iconchloroformboy:ChloroformBoy 6 1
Literature
Prioritizing
You’d like me better
       with your last name.
I’d like you better
       with a Y chromosome.
:iconChloroformBoy:ChloroformBoy
:iconchloroformboy:ChloroformBoy 12 2
Literature
Pandora's Toybox
We are spell-sewn voodoo dolls
living in a Malibu Beach House
constructed by plastic architects
brewing their fucked-up genetic
blueprints.
I am Ken’s genitalia–
mistaken for a man
       nequin toss me
back in
the box
       or plutonic recycle
       b              i          n
       A few spare parts litter
       the linoleum.  I am not
       among them.  I am not
       apologizing for vice or
                             augury
I catapult bricks at cardinals.
       Slingshot: 1
       Cardinal: 0
       How’s that for
       having no direction?
~
Eat the pomegranate,
taunts your shoulder.
Plea
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:iconchloroformboy:ChloroformBoy 9 4
Literature
Member Ship
Leagues separate us
in all manners
but anatomy.
Your Punnett Square is full,
and the only time we spend
together in this hologram’s
Venn Diagram is
when comparing
alleles.
I
shed Y from my alphabet
and shift four spaces left.
Eclipse my solar plexus–
moonstruck by libidinous
hexes.
{Fed-Ex my ex
my sex because
          double x
marks the spot
in which I want
to bury my
treasure chest}
I hire Osiris the Eunuch
as my captain & Lorena
Bobbitt as my pancreas’
surgeon.  I’d hire you as
my biologist if you were
not already too occupied
with dipoles.
My unresolved resolution:
to sail with normal you on
your exclusive yacht, yet I
fit not into your dock.
I snap our magnet in half
& toss it into the Atlantic
with the ashes of another
reverie unwritten.
:iconChloroformBoy:ChloroformBoy
:iconchloroformboy:ChloroformBoy 7 2
Mature content
L'Escalade des Hanches :iconchloroformboy:ChloroformBoy 7 0
Literature
Pixelated Excalibur
sacral chakras
align by a belt
mouth&mouth
camera lovers
drink each
other’s
libidos
pierced lip
engulfs
         the tip
he swallows
the iceberg–
until
Throat meets
Orgasm melt
into a Titanic
volcano
conjoint tonsils
sculpted torsos
& heart-scripts
toss aside their
Wallet Castles;
the unsheathed
sword yanked–
a king declared
as his celluloid
consort du jour
wipes his blade
off-screen
:iconChloroformBoy:ChloroformBoy
:iconchloroformboy:ChloroformBoy 4 0
starless.

Activity


your body is an island
my body is an island too
all this water in between us
there's nothing we can do

we were once together
then our plates collided
pangaea severed
now we're just two
scattered islands
split up forever

our ground started to rift
tectonic shift
caused our continental drift

so now all we are
is an archipelago
archipela.go.away
buy grand canyon on itunes
itunes.apple.com/us/album/gran…
or stream it on spotify lol i need that .0005 cents
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my lips catch
fire from calling
out your name

trying to catch
your attention
like a deadly flu
(your smile has
no vaccine)

trying to catch
your heart
in my fishing net
(but your love
is like a shark)

trying to catch
the next flight
to wonderland
(population you)

trying to catch
myself from falling
for you or your lies
(but this balcony
begs to differ)

trying to catch
everything but feelings
but oh silly me
i must have forgotten
my baseball g
                     love
things i wanted to tell you:
(crying in your car edition)

excuse my embarrassment,
but you're just so beautiful
& i’m just so unavailable

excuse my apprehension,
but i want it to be perfect
(we’re always bad timing
& worse luck)

excuse my curiosity,
but i want to read
the braille of your heart,
feel its wants and needs
and regrets (you can feel
mine)

excuse my aesopian analogies,
but i’m the greedy dog
who can't swim

to clarify:
you're the reflection;
temptation, the river;
me, drowning

excuse my contingency,
but you're the understudy
of my hydrophobic heart,
the backup star of its new play:
a long-awaited romance
with an ill-fated conclusion

excuse my memorializing
you into a poem,
but i need to pass these feelings on
to a new host
surrogate love contagion
"A Dog was carrying a piece of meat in his mouth to eat it in peace at home. On his way he had to cross a bridge across a brook. As he crossed, he looked down and saw his own reflection in the water. Thinking it was another dog with another piece of meat, he made up his mind to have that also. So he made a snap at the shadow in the water, but as he opened his mouth the piece of meat fell out, dropped into the water and was lost."

mood: honest - the chainsmokers www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lsv5Ie…
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i am a black portrait in a golden frame,
a black swan posing as a golden goose;
this heart of gold is a fraud in my chest
              just black tar dipped in yellow paint.

cosmetic graffiti
stains my soul a
splintered onyx,
a reverse midas,
on my throne of
gilded charcoal;

i’m just another shadow puppet
caught in a xanthic masquerade,
              waiting for the dye to wash away.
TARtrazine + Feathers
i miss my relevancy
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angelserum Featured By Owner Aug 11, 2017  Student Writer
i adore your lit tag. i cant really tell what it is but the color scheme is lovely <3
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:iconmeghan-solo:
meghan-solo Featured By Owner Jun 15, 2017
i'm back again
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:iconmaydaywecrashed:
MaydayWeCrashed Featured By Owner Jun 30, 2016
sara help me i dont know what to do
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MaydayWeCrashed Featured By Owner Jun 30, 2016
help me sarah my kayak is sinking ohhhhhh SARAAAAAA
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Prelude2ahiss Featured By Owner Oct 5, 2015
We need to shut this down
Maybe all we need is one big dumb clown
A clown that has no tolerance for assholes around
Who doesn't give a shit
About y chromosome
Or who is in the pit
Maybe we should
Take it back
To a better time
When a good rhythm rhyme
Was "Spinal Tap"
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