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i swear to God the
ground's a magnet and that's why
i keep falling down.
ground's a magnet and that's why
i keep falling down.
Literature
intoxication
i see naked bodies in the gutter as i walk queen street at 3 am. they make love, awkward but warm in the concrete curve. i don't place their clothes. i think it is wonderful though. the heat, the heat.
my entire body is rolling from heavy to light, like the shore. my head is humming and my limbs ache dull. there is a sickness in my stomach or in my throat. i think that maybe my stomach is wanting to force itself out my throat- but i won't have that.
i walk further. there are no straight lines to follow but i picture them in my mind and still cannot walk across them. i trip, tumble on the edge of the pavement and no one sees. the alcohol pul
Literature
the little boy who cried death
i can't control
where i live,
who i sit by,
what i like,
who i love
&
you can't control
the countries your father trades you to,
how far away the moon is,
what your body looks like,
who you love
oh, you know this already.
let's blame it on biology–
it's the fault of genetics,
of chromosomes.
let's blame our alleles
for playing favourites.
Let's cut to the chase:
your body on his bed.
Let's cut to the chase:
it all ends with a sigh.
Let's cut to the chase:
you're beautiful, girl,
we both know this,
we both know how
science plays favourites.
but you're mine
Literature
running.
you tell me that everything has a time limit on it; friendships, days, moments, love. everything is limited, you say, so we might as well rush, run. because it's all going to end anyway, right?
so i started to notice the time stamps painted on your hands, the calendars written all over your heart. i started to wonder, how much time do we have left? how many more held hands, secrets, inside jokes, i love you's? how many more?
i wondered and ran,
ran through the forests without smelling the scent of after-rain. i ran on the darkened streets at midnight without noticing the streetlights, passing lit houses of friends and the sounds of laughte
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Yes. That's my new excuse!!