And I say (language)

[newsclippings]

I'll have to recite this one the way I hear it in my head and post it as a link. Eventually.

he teeters with the nozzles on my jukebox
past eleven thirty-
nine sighs trapped by metal creeds of monster
capsules lodged in my brain
where heaven lies
lies pain where everybody
lies.
and I know I don’t make sense but this
effervescent stench blasts microbes of lily bubbles
in the clench of cilia not fit to sniff.
i hear it’s a shame to be sad and
have a distant past and a
monument of blame
shackled in the grains of webbed thoughts
not fit
NOT FIT to entertain minds less traveled by
and you quote Frost (I FUCKING QUOTE FROST)
expecting tamer girls to jump to your lost
sense of purpose and rise to the surface of your
neverlasting righteousness.
into diseased whims and private underpins
piece of shit talker
steady stealthy stalker sustaining schisms
LESS. FUCKING. TRAVELED BY.
I count the squares in my linens
I time all my inter-isms,
I fall into spaces more traveled by.

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i would love to listen to fake moans vibrating
out of door hinges from your floorless bedroom
but baby,
now i fuck till i bleed-
as if to ensure i’ll never have
enough blood coursing through my body
to hate you again.

[Arriedo]

I'll have to hear you recite this, I think, to get the FULL emotion out of it. The way I read it i believe I'm missing something but I don't know what. Anyway this was a very well written poem filled with hurt and anger and acceptance of the past. Very good job. This can touch many people and I'm sure it will.

[earlymorningnoises]

Between this one and Juvenile Banter I really get the sense that you don't filter a lot from your thoughts. I think this is a pure and honest look into your mind. And the intensity scares the hell out of me. The cadence (as i read it) was like revolutionary war gunshots over a snare drum march beat. all fire and heat that is driven steadily.

[newsclippings]

I have to say I was afraid this wasn't going to make sense to a lot of people. My objective isn't to confuse people -- this one I just wrote because it literally fell out of me. And I had never had that happen before; I was so angry, and this bugger still makes all the sense in the world to me because I remember where I was when I wrote it:

You know, angry at an ex-lover who treated me like shit and deserved all these words and then some.

I guess I could bear some light on the situation.
The guy this is addressed to would take things I said or did and make them his own while we weren't speaking, and post them on social media sites. When he quoted Frost I became so vehemently violent and angry at this because it was mine. Frost was mine to quote and it may seem selfish but I couldn't help but feel furious.

And the girl he's fucking at the end, that's the girl he moved in with and started dating 10 days after we severed ties. So it stung a bit, yeah.

[rowens]

Yeah, I'd write letters to this girl. And I went on one of those stupid social sites, and she was quoting my letters without mentioning me, and her current boyfriend that she ditched me for was talking about it as if it had something to do with him.

[Card]

Well, I appreciate the frequency of vulgarity. Makes it raw and angry.

[newsclippings]

Thank you sir.
I'm quite the vulgar dame.

[Smiffy]

A lot of people and the majority of forums poo poo profanity in poetry, I tend to think it gives an honesty and rawness to the written word when used in moderation and in the right context, enjoying your posts,