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1. scrub the vomit off your shoes and leave
them to dry—make sure the dog doesn't
pee on them
2. brush your teeth as hard as you can, until
blood leaves patterns on your porcelain sink;
wash your hands until they burn
3. watch that mirror like it's your computer
monitor and you're about to spend hours on
the internet; realize that's your reflection
4. (if you start crying, don't hold it back—let
each tear that falls on your hoodie carry a piece
of that old soul you were getting to know)
5. comb your hair—get it looking just right,
even if it's eleven pm and you're not going
anywhere but your bedroom
6. grab that pen, that extension of yourself, and
try to explain each crack in your stone frame
to the page as eloquently as you can
7. post it online—wait for people to acknowledge
the chips in your face, the off-color paint job on
your clothing
8. force a smile—one so big it hurts—the japanese
say that pottery is more beautiful for having
been broken, and so are you
them to dry—make sure the dog doesn't
pee on them
2. brush your teeth as hard as you can, until
blood leaves patterns on your porcelain sink;
wash your hands until they burn
3. watch that mirror like it's your computer
monitor and you're about to spend hours on
the internet; realize that's your reflection
4. (if you start crying, don't hold it back—let
each tear that falls on your hoodie carry a piece
of that old soul you were getting to know)
5. comb your hair—get it looking just right,
even if it's eleven pm and you're not going
anywhere but your bedroom
6. grab that pen, that extension of yourself, and
try to explain each crack in your stone frame
to the page as eloquently as you can
7. post it online—wait for people to acknowledge
the chips in your face, the off-color paint job on
your clothing
8. force a smile—one so big it hurts—the japanese
say that pottery is more beautiful for having
been broken, and so are you
Literature
to be discontinued
your hands are too small.
they always slip through the cracks in your fingers,
the ones you love,
you just can't keep the together.
but your thighs are too wide,
spacious, filled with crevices that line
like roads on a map.
you are not able to part to let anyone in.
canyons.
sometimes you feel like empty space.
eyes like stars - dead but
still shining.
what if galaxies are just people
who couldn't find their dreams in the sea
of smoke; wow, that's a lot of
failures.
& other times you feel like streets,
worn away by the tires of people who just
don't give a shit about you.
they just run you over because it's easy &
they don't have tim
Literature
.
Piss Poor Philosophies
I sit here wondering how this all came to be.
Where did all this attention come from?
Why do the shadows haunt me?
are these shadows my mistakes
or my beginnings
My mind is holding these devils,
I don’t know what to do anymore.
I want the demons to stop laughing in my ears.
demons are just my kin -
brother, sister but there is no one connection
Eventually, death becomes my friend.
I realize that I know it well in the end.
Because maybe we’re all dying before we live?
but does living just mean to live
to die
9/23/14
-chromey & lovely
Literature
scapegallows and metacarpals
i was cracking collar bones,
splitting through my spine &
oh - i was divinity, a demigod
to paint my knuckles red before
my lips were blue.
i'd wanted to be wayworn;
i'd wanted to be catatonia
& comorbidity but
i knocked my molars loose
on my right metacarpals,
spat out yellowed teeth
like headsmen lop the necks
off sanctities
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