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It’s me y’all

my friend=the epitome of gay

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Apples & Oranges

I was locked in a closet. The haunting shapes of wearable faces And the garb of pirates And the dancing wings of fairies Surrounded me with warmth. I should have been safe Here In a place where i found solace In the multi-colored fabrics that Wrapped around me and turned me Into someone I no longer recognized. Hidden from the world Seeking an orange Much like at famous apple In the religious texts. A play, a scene Dictating a regretted act of suicide That I would come to know so well. I was the one going to jump Off a cliff, but then fell Instead into the solace of oranges. The door to this closet Shut Unexpectedly. Without a word. And from there My pleas to get out Were never heard.

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Affliction Addiction

Those sessions can sometimes Make me suicidal. And the reason why I enjoy them so much Is because I don't have the guts to hurt myself and so you make the decision for me. And yes, I do get upset when I don't remember things. It's just terrifying. I drove home paranoid of dying, Not afraid, Just anxious. Staying in the mindset is dangerous to say the least Sir and you will never understand. That's why you want me there for longer Than I can handle And then I crash. It's a high, really. The drug of pain is more Addictive, And who can beat that out of you? Ironic. I was clean for a While and then you brought Me back To the Start of it all The beginning. Where it was just experimentation At first. And then I will Be completely Yours.

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Avoider

My lips on her lips. And her lips on her lips, on her lips on her lips, on her lips on her lips. On my lips. I don’t understand what’s going on. Hello? Please, I want your attention. Please, tell me what to do. I don’t understand. I’m not going to understand unless you teach me. This can’t be real. The Earth continues to turn as I talk about it for days. Weeks. Months. Bragging like a little kid who just won a participation trophy. It still doesn’t make sense. Yes. Yes. Yes. No. Why is it no? I’ve got the rope. Isn’t that what you wanted? I don’t understand. I’ll never understand. Best to just lie to me. Best to never tell me. I’ll forget just like how I forget everything. Can’t you tell that I remember everything that happens to me? The things I would do for you. Avoid the topic. Avoid the topic. Avoid me. It always comes to that. Left alone until the next one comes to leave me again. You were a blood-red iris.

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I love this <3

8 AM, Wednesday

our love is a bar that doubles as a planetarium

it is the zoo after hours

it is the empty theater where they let the movie run

it is hands that touch reaching for the same book;

our love runs naked down the street with sparklers, 8 AM, Wednesday

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Think Rationally About Thumbtacks

You push the thumbtacks into me

Like I'm meant to be a cork-board

in a college dorm.

And between the penetrated skin and the

bitter plastic holders

are folders of everything that could go wrong.

And they do.

When I get the courage to pull out a bloody tack

The papers and documents in the folders go flying through the air

and land in puddles along Bourbon Street the last

unknown I've walked through.

And I have to scramble

to pick up the papers before

you decide to stick more tacks in me documenting your absence.

When you all go into a room and drink absinthe

By the bottle and hallucinate

Yet even then I am not there. Not even in spirit.

And then I walk into another unknown

And a rusty thumbtack with a small file

And hearts doodled across the pages of star-crossed

lovers who rarely upset

each other.

And the thumbtack gets pulled from the bloody skin

An addition to the file

Then gets pushed

back

in.

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Calla Lily

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Afterthought

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Needles & Threads

I see you pull out a needle

And attach a thread

Whenever you would start to control me

I always wished I was dead.

To explain to you that I wasn't yours

Filled me with dread and sorrow

So to continue pushing off the puppetry

I would tell you to control me tomorrow.

You'd sew the strings through anyways

And tore my skin to shreds

The needles that poked at my skin for days

That's when I wished myself dead.

I remember a day specifically that

You tried to sew my heart

I said no, but you wouldn't let go

So we'd never be apart.

Then looking in the mirror one day

I saw such a mess

Those strings that you sewed to me

Were protruding out my chest.

You wouldn't believe how many

You would have been in awe

I tried to cut them with my scissors

But I had to get a saw.

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When She is at Your Mercy (Villanelle)

When she is at your mercy                                                                             You grab with your fists all her heart                                                                 And you dragged her along on a journey                                                         

And yet she feels still unworthy                                                               Because she knew it from the start                                                                That she would be at your mercy

She will say, “S’il vous plait,” and “Merci”                                                   Hoping that you won’t depart                                                                          She thinks that she wants to accompany you on this journey

But you cannot let her, not even out of courtesy                                               For if she were to go unhurt                                                                           She could not be at your mercy

You must let go of her early                                                                              So that she does not break apart                                                                       On this treacherous journey

And when you do not hurry                                                                               To be lonely, but give her a start                                                                  When she is at your mercy                                                                            And you dragged her along on a journey

-CasuallySoLuminous

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What

How do I tumble...?

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Can someone teach me *o*

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True….

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some legends are told 

some turn to dust or to gold

but you will remember me