
| Chaos and Poetry
Author: breakme /taking in suggestions for coping mechanisms and getting lost in cornfields.../ I'm not so sure about this one. I think all my thoughts and emotions sort of exploded.
Rated: Fiction M - English - Words: 141 - Reviews: 4 - Favs: 2 - Published: 08-18-05 - id: 1988878
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and pretty pretty razor blades
on curveless thighs.
but i told you. they aren't mine.
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midsummer wonders-
bubblegum and soda-pop,
alcohol and nothing else
all-day (but it's not like I count calories)
It just blurs/works quicker that way.
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denialordramatization.
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I support addictions.
and things that make us fall
(all) over (again).
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with all these midnight drives,
taking in suggestions for
coping mechanisms
and getting lost in cornfields...
with the boys in the backseat
playing danger.
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Candy smells of vomit and we
lose ourselves in musical explosions
and muffled whispers/whimpers/screams.
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Things are beautifully
random when they're in my head
like graffiti on the walls,
and love notes (teenage jokes) written
in the school's bathroom stalls,
to no one in particular.
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I love the world in chaos
and poetry.
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