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𝙰.𝙴. 𝙲𝚎𝚙𝚑𝚊𝚜

Tripledent Gum / SOAD

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TW: Streak fodder-esque

Tripledent Gum will make you smile,

Tripledent Gum will (something something)!

loved

you

yesterday

before

you

killed

family.

Don’t you see the bodies burning?

Desolate and full of yearning?

Dying of anticipation?

Choking from intoxication?

——— Don’t ever get stuck in the sky.

Don’t ever get stuck in your eyes.

Don’t...

Poetry

when youre freezing

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cold water feels warm

snow falls in blankets

frostbites like a hot kiss

the ice is just fire

your body gaslights your mind

and your mind is striking matches...

Poetry

Skill: Finding a Way to Complain

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Coffee is too sweet.

I don’t think they did the extra shot.

It’s too loud.

All the voices sorta mix with the air,

and I can’t breathe the words.

I hate my job.

I hate my computer.

I hate the barista.

I don’t know why.

Everyone is staring at me.

No one notices me dying.

I glue myself to the corner,

like a feral beast trapped

in a shrinking cage.

My heart breaks through my e...

Poetry

Shoes

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the man has no shoes

his feet are covered in filth

moving towards food...

Poetry

ALL HAIL THE ORANGE KING!

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they place their dead into the furnace

with every machination and soul-like ore

and fashion their fascination with fascist factions, fixing a crown (one may say of thorns, another of ostracized fetuses) to the hairpiece waving before the bloodied flag — the people cheer, the people cry, the people vote for the best memes, like comment and share, today was yesterday tomorrow, the burden of was wa...

Poetry

Masochism Take 2 : ive been thinking

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ive been thinking on the end again

isnt that beautiful?

ive thought on the iron maiden

the rope and the fresh bottle

on kissing the barrel slow

dancing with the kerosene

sexy, innit?

cutting in line to be first for once

for once and for all

ninety-nine on sixty-five

with closed mind and eyes

listening to another sad song

addicted to the gallows

strung out on the rooftops

see how im gorge...

Poetry

Masochism take 1

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There’s no pain in the painting

‘neath the flaking acrylic weeps

a rotting glob of red and black

whose eyes turn to nothing

when it can’t feel the fire

of the earth’s careful brushstrokes

when it can’t feel the chaos

of the world’s mad splattering

and everything else is numb

and everything else is nothing...

Poetry

could be titled hiding place

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i went looking for me

awhile ago

caught the train to my reflection

missed the switch

didn’t find myself

spotted a glimpse of me

happy in the fiery trees

just enough to make me sick

no sooner seen then gone

sought by the Good Book

sliced my throat on the Word

I watched me fly away

a cubit over my spinning head

I caught my heel in time

for me to carry myself

further into my own head

off into t...

Poetry

30

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The 30 men realized they were deader than ever

when 30 clouds sung how things’ll get better

on 30 st where the earth made sense and disappointed

how 30 crows left their damned heads anointed

when 30 paracords took over their neckline

and 30 passers lacking pause or thought passed them by

then 30 grandmas bring their lovely knuckle sandwiches

and 30 needled camels gift muddled heart stitc...

Poetry

what happens in delphi

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Two friends in the park

realize they cannot leave

when the man says

“down the hill”

he left them to rot

they left in body bags

and years later

with fumbled evidence

and doubt and doubt and doubt

justice doesn’t feel like justice

when they didn’t find the man

behead him under the bridge

strip him bare

cover him with leaves

and leave him in the park...

Poetry