My inner thoughts and musings to be preserved for myself and anyone who cares to read them

5. Collected Poems: Medley 1

Becoming

Apple seeds; orchards
A spring breeze; summer rain storms
All in all
Am meant to be

Ampersand

And there were
Two or three
Mutual faults
Begging the question
And you who
Were
The next in a line of
Order
Listed it out
Point by point
I didn't believe your reasons
Begging the question
But unasked
And one last
&

Opal

A chain around my sister's neck
There it hangs
Structural fire
October Opal

Period

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Empty Self

Holding everything
I let go

Nothingness the
Shape of

Breath

Infinite Slaughter

Suppress your instincts, kill the noise
Lay down your life, repair and rejoice
Do not ask, do not speak
The time has come
Repeat
Life moves on
In the shade
Find what's missing
Collapse, pay
Infinite slaughter sounds so sweet
Love doesn't end
No longer complete

I know

You don't.
You can't handle love
This game we play,
with no rules
You need to be forced,
Don't pretend
Pushed and held down
Purple roses blooming on your skin
Bound
Cords and chains
sucking on bloody teeth
Used.
I know it's distressing
But isn't that the point?
These must be the things you crave
If not...
Do you really not know?
What is this ignorance?
You want from me
A poison apple to eat,
Beetles and worms.
You're a sharp stick
That I jab in my eye
I used to not know,
I played the game;
Now I do,
Now I don't.
You can't handle love
You cant handle even a mimic,
A gimp wrapped in black leather
Slick and Drooling.
Pretend you know,
I've know
for years
for us both
No harm no foul.
Still I end the match love
A faggot on a leash
You didn't know,
I did.
You're not to blame,
How could you know?
Shoving your fingers in my mouth
Your ass on my crotch
How do you not?

2 responses to “5. Collected Poems: Medley 1”

  1. Lucie Ugarte Avatar
    Lucie Ugarte

    Ah I really love these!!! Infinite Slaughter is probably my favorite, I feel like I could hear them being song lyrics. I also love love love opal πŸ’—πŸ©΅. Period is so great too. Also these lines :

    You’re a sharp stick
    That I jab in my eye

    so so good

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    1. ralithcoa Avatar
      ralithcoa

      I wrote Infinite slaughter a few years ago and it’s definitely song lyrics. Opal I wrote the night before I posted this; I had been watching videos about making homemade synthetic opals. To me period is about interruptions or pauses and I’m glad someone else got something out of it. My mom always says “better than a poke in the eye with a sharp stick” and thats where those lines come from. Im glad you enjoyed them all.

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