Dirty 30 in 30

[4degrees]

1-24

my philia
my addiction undefined on
wikipedia comes at
closer intervals now,
teasing my pain
driving me to nearly
ripping your clothes off
ripping your skin off
going beyond a suck
and a swallow
take a film as we wallow
in a pit of future death
take away your breath
and then let us be found
years from now, embraced
in love and horror
as we rot.

 

[butters]

7 of 30 and i don't know how long these have taken


and it's St George's Day
the red and white displays are
something
something in their shabby wonder
up the street and down again
shops parade their tawdry best
doors flung wide
open
like eyes lining the pavements
bloodshot eyes eying up the sheep for fleecing
the pump of electronic tills
turning them over and over
turning them out as naked as they dare
wide-eyed and looking at the skies
looking for dragons

 

[4degrees]

1-25

Depth in your eyes
Goes far beyond years
When we meet, I search
Through those greenish
Murky mysteries that
Burn holes straight through
And I see the real you
That charming, murderous
Beauty that you still
Have yet to meet.

 

[PandoraGlitters]

napo 12

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[4degrees]

1-26

sunset cannot
come quickly enough
come, be my dinner
and i'll be your
midnight snack
then we will both
be too full for
breakfast

 

[PandoraGlitters]

napo 13

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[4degrees]

1-27

bury you each day in
and each day out
in roses and thorns
the reddest blood ever
passes back and forth
between our lips where
i breathe you,
my love is sucked
deep into young lungs
every minute time ticks
and my body dies
in tiny ways,
more alive am i
now than ever--
repeated every time
we come together
black love that stops
and asks if i'm ok--
are you ok?
should i stop?
never, please don't
ever, i am alive
revived
brought back from
the brink, the jaws
of a death so
unsatisfying,
that it was boredom
killing me
in you is one who
fascinates to the
point of complete destruction
being reborn into
the beautiful world of you.

 

[PandoraGlitters]

napo 14

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[4degrees]

1-28

you write all of my poems
unknowingly, possibly,
but probably not-

Ghostwriter Aiden
Keeps me under the
Influence of a love-drug
Like being eaten alive
Daily, bits of self vanish
Sliding down the wide open
Throat of tragic parting
Inducted permanently
Into the belly of Forever
Swallowing hard accepting
Cause and effect, all the ways
You affect lucid dreams and
Those unconscious thoughts
That come when sleep visits
When I find the space empty
To my side, the valley so slight
Where you should be warming
This bed--when wrestling with
Tears on the verge of spilling from
These love-blind baby blues.

 

[4degrees]

1-29

malaise tightens its crushing
grip around my life
every inch of ground turns
to quicksand
pulling me into its deep
murky depths, sinking
into a never-ending abyss
a bottomless hole where
i fall forever, more and more
blackness swallows me whole
enveloped forever in this
bone crushing black
my arms open wide, eager
to embrace my final breath
turning back for one last glimpse
of the one who might save me
it's then that i see
they're just as doomed as me
doomed to a blind future
of nothingness
an empty existence mashed
in ultimate pain that
never finds an end

collab with A. Ferrell

 

[PandoraGlitters]

napo 15

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[4degrees]

1-30

thirty dirty days and
nights revolving around
your inextinguishable aura,
i'm little mars circling
around your huge fire
pleasantly scorched when
my axis tips just so,
coming too close and
wanting to fall into
those flames that lick far
into an absent atmosphere
like anti gravity on a meteor
beckoning towards ultimate death
i will turn to ash and disintegrate
as that being the single way
that forever is possible
with the beautiful sun.

 

[PandoraGlitters]

16

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[PandoraGlitters]

17

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[darkerdreamer]

1-11

(I know, I missed the 30 cutoff, but best to continue lest I never make 30 again)

I burned my wrist on a white hot pan
making quesadillas last weekend.
The burner didn't need to be that hot
but I love it damn near charred
and still a soft malleable mush
underneath the burns.

I went to work all bandaged up
wound still seeping out the poison
that runs slalom through my veins.
Jack asked if I needed someone
to talk to, and I did.
We spoke of words and
conceptualized concepts.
He walked away, frustrated.

Sorry I didn't try to kill myself,
I was just hungry and distracted.

 

[PandoraGlitters]

18 Tina at the Tavern

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[PandoraGlitters]

19

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[Tzara]

I just want to point out that I cannot compete with, oh, this:

Pool tables evoke not green
for me but red

which is both really sexy and about something, or this:

Salt scalds my tongue to vagueness
so that everything I drink is only ocean

which is a quite fabulous, committed poem that is articulate, evocative, and poetical cal cal cal cal.

Dora, you are, like, scratching at the ionosphere. Really, really good, m'dear. Really, really good.

Well, I think, anyway.

Yeah.

Ur,

 

[PandoraGlitters]

Really, really good.

Well, I think, anyway.

Yeah.

Ur,

Thank you so much, Tz. You know I think you're pretty awesome yourself.

 

[PandoraGlitters]

20

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[PandoraGlitters]

21

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[champagne1982]

Dora,
This feels fearful and sorrowful all at once. It could prelude a story.

 

[PandoraGlitters]

22

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[PandoraGlitters]

Dora,
This feels fearful and sorrowful all at once. It could prelude a story.

Actually, Champagne, I was just messing around with that fairytale poem idea again and addressing the Briar Rose story from a more modern perspective. Sort of scary when you think about how it would be for that character to wake and not only have one's virginity lost, but to be a mother of two children!

I also have a bit of a sleepy sex fetish.

 

[PandoraGlitters]

23

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