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Lonely PlanetYou gave us all a show with your forked tongue, spinning a script of embellishments to support your lies twisting your planet of paranoiaLonely Planet
caught up in its own momentum. You cast yourself in a victim role, a poor princess entitled to every luxury she can leech.
But you didn’t count on the audience thinking to peek through the curtains of your castle and see that behind closed doors, you shed your soft bruised skin to reveal scales and fangs dripping with malignant poison. All the gold you touch turns to cancer.
You got your claws into a ripe doctor, &nb
by ~throwaway-tourniquet
WastepaperTonguing loose teeth, I wobble in heels down cold halls past pursed-lips doors, judgedWastepaper
through cataract-glazed peepholes.
I write on toilet paper and sing into corners with applause for others reverberating off the walls. No bells ring for me,
the clappers are still.
My star wastes in my untrained hands.
The bare minimum
is a masquerade extravaganza.
I pray as I paint the ugly away,
your generous lies giving me pins and needles
to one side. Patience is lost
into hairlines down my spine;
I’m sick o
by ~throwaway-tourniquet
Crownless SisterI listen like a clairvoyant, channelling trauma centre nightmares that leak through the crime-stretched seams of her eyes.Crownless Sister
Poppies sprout from her war torn womanhood; a field of earthly delight plundered and left a bloodstained battleground.
I picture a phoenix-queen
lorded over by barbarians so that she cannot see her crown. Lost in a maze of dark alleys, she does not know her palace.
Gentlemen hang their heads for monsters who learn no mercy from fathers for mothers (the mere artists of life)
by ~throwaway-tourniquet
Random Favourites
impermanenceShe smelt like: bruised apples and forgotten birthdays; one empty mailbox away from tissue-box shoes and three-inch fingernails.impermanence
She moved like: a leaf on the breeze,
her hollow skeleton propelled by an unseen gravity.
She smiled like:
a flickering light-bulb in a cheap hotel.
She felt like silence in a playground.
Then she was gone.
by ~sleeplessjewel
self-portraitI am a trash heap Of scars and brittle bones; Purple thighs and neck, From pushing myselfself-portrait
off buildings
on holidays, and holy days, or any chance I get.
Give me cash, or a drink, And you can have that art: Split lip, deflated vein, claim it on tax, Or pick the rotten apples Beneath my hips.
I didn’t eat for a year, Didn’t sleep, Came home outside my head. Nine years I dropped! Ask for a memory - I’ll make it up. My mother always said
I had a certain knack… Or I’ll tell you what
by ~alice-ophelia
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- Current Residence: Adelaide, 'Straya
- Interests: music | art | writing | reading
- Favourite movie: The Matrix trilogy, Fight Club, Good Will Hunting, Underworld, Constantine, Ned, Drop Dead Fred
- Favourite band or musician: Linkin Park|Something For Kate|Evanescence|The Butterfly Effect|Seether|Deftones|Mudvayne
- Favourite poet or writer: Dr. Seuss
- Operating System: Circulatory
- Skin of choice: Snowy
- Favourite cartoon character: Zim/Gir
- Personal Quote: "God is Santa for grown-ups" moi
- Tools of the Trade: Homo Sapien Cerebral Cortex | Pen | Dictionary
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