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cockroaches i wonder if i were tocockroaches by ~jerisaurus
look between the lines of
your eyes and read
what you said to me
if i would be able to make any more
sense of it
(does it make sense at all?)
would i find peace
or solace?
would i find answers?
(or are there any?)
would i find memories?
or would i find cobwebs
sometimes we all want
a little bit of sugar
virgins aren't virgins forever
we all bleed at some point
but does that make it ok?
do you remember my blood?
can you feel it now
on your eyelids
singing you to sleep and humming in your ear
do you feel it?
(do you want to?)
i do.
i feel it between my legs
and
in my spine
t
Really So it all comes down to this. And here I go one more time. Lights, camera, action. And you're on:Really by ~jerisaurus
I don't know who's listening to me right now. Anyone? If this is even on, I don't know. But if you're listening then I need you to know something. And if you're listening then you already know I'm dead. If you're listening you already know the story that you want to know. If you're listening you already think I'm a monster. If you're listening, chances are you've seen my shriveled skin caked with blood. Chances are you found me curled up in the corner of a filthy studio apartment with roaches crawling over my eyes. At least I had the dec
uncertainty, take 1 there are so many feelingsuncertainty, take 1 by ~jerisaurus
thoughts
emotions
that i can't sort out
and i think that it's your fault
(thanks... it's your fault)
my head swims and drowns
in thoughts of yesterday
(in thoughts of tomorrow)
the pulse in my wrist is
throbbing hard
and i am watching my flesh quiver
and quake.
(is this normal? is this okay?)
my fingers shake as i tuck
wisps of hair behind her ears
and mouth wordlessly that
tomorrow has ended
(hello yesterday)
and we laugh at the thought
that we're dying outside
(that we're dead inside)
Sta.sh
me goes off to check your gallery now
I can't comment your poem because my English is not good.
Anyway, welcome to
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