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I could jump—
no, not to die—
just to feel the freedom of falling,
of my body kissing the pavement;
just to let my last breath slip away in laughter.
I could totter to the edge, all haughty,
and tell myself I could fly
only for gravity to remind me I’m average—
to feel the universality of broken bones,
of mixing myself with the earth.
I could dive,
magnificent in the sunlight,
and be omniscient for a second,
believe in something more for a second.
I could jump—
no, not to die—
just to know what I was missing;
just to know what it was like to be living.
no, not to die—
just to feel the freedom of falling,
of my body kissing the pavement;
just to let my last breath slip away in laughter.
I could totter to the edge, all haughty,
and tell myself I could fly
only for gravity to remind me I’m average—
to feel the universality of broken bones,
of mixing myself with the earth.
I could dive,
magnificent in the sunlight,
and be omniscient for a second,
believe in something more for a second.
I could jump—
no, not to die—
just to know what I was missing;
just to know what it was like to be living.
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but you are more...
you pick roses from the garden
with your bare hands because you
like seeing the blood. it makes you feel
alive. you wipe your hands on your
jeans and you tell your parents
it was a mistake, an accident, and you
are so sorry. but youve always
been a good liar, havent you?
its an art, you say, and youve
got it down. its a shame -
you dont really want to be
an artist, but you are.
the world is so fucking jealous
of the talents you dont even want.
God, theyve ruined you,
havent they? theyve spit on
your heart and theyve
ripped out your hair and said
youre t
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inPersonals
I've been known to bring strong
men to their knees
and leave them there.
Call me thursday night - I'll be laying in the bathtub,
candlelit with the makings for a pipe
bomb. I like to make explosive
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i was going to ask you to hold back my hair
if i started to heave
but it's cut in mourning
for the fawns dying under the chalky
moist hands of children,
in mourning for newspaper print
threatening suicide off the tips of your eyelashes,
saying things like
i could fall faster
i could convert more
i could shine my face brighter than your sands
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Never fear! Captain Angst is here, with his sidekick, Cliché Boy!
I hate to say it but I do quite like this, in an embarrassed sort of way.
Sorry, I'm still hopeless at getting back to comments/deviations. But I mean well.
I hate to say it but I do quite like this, in an embarrassed sort of way.
Sorry, I'm still hopeless at getting back to comments/deviations. But I mean well.
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This is probably the most beautiful thing I have read in a long, long time.