Beautiful
I know
That I’m not
But if you
Look at me
I will try to be
As much as I can
- Biplab Karak @vippik
(via 13cupsofteareblog)
“The death of a beloved is an amputation.”— C.S. Lewis
(Source: purplebuddhaquotes)
i lie around covering the ugly part of me.
my great deformity; a thing that twitches at right swipes of the violin but can’t articulate itself. a sort of caved-in tumor thing that is becoming more apparent as my body shrinks around it.
i keep my heart as a familiar, caged in my ribs, squawking like a compass.
at night i go and scrape my inside-sides with a spatula.
i lie around contracting, receding into greatness.
i feed only on fibres and color.
my skull, it’s a-scream with a mouthful of cotton in.
and i am living out my wounds now.
the shift in weather and the greying of the light; steeped like tea in history, berlin’s gust of ghouls wreathes me—i am full of soft power and fringed with black lace.
there’s a humming sensation at the hinge of the jaw.
i lie around glittering
the way a crushed night crunches.
boys come around and cut me, they spill from a flaming slot machine like ripe golden coin and they cut me.
see that one–i ache to wrap him in my constrictor tongue, to extract his pliant bones bare-fisted and tent him whole with my looming cartoon mouth.
here jonah, come inside. use my excess to oil your lamp; i’ll exhale your smoke for you.
my love is diffuse; splintered apart and in shards i slide sharply into the bare palms and feet of others.
some days i see one so pretty a bolt of hatred shoots through me.
thirty-five for a month, i lie around earnest-to-god wounded by a child of sixteen.
To all my bitches from the head bitch:
There is S
In love with me
I sit back and watch me ruin him while he ruins everything
It’s so nice to breath in pure air though I seem to blow out nicotine
So the lion fell inlove with the libra
M
I lead Leo’s on
My twins trick you out
While purring “I’m a con”
And yes
Inlove with the bitch in me
A crush is a bitch you see
They can’t see me through the smoke
C
Ashing out addictions like they’re just some fling
Dogging me on to quit this whole classic love thing
Cumming with no orgasm
Like maybe a wholesome spasm
An Aries with nefarious woes
K
Doing my bitch work
You make me want to call out sick
Shouldn’t have told you of my affliction
Oh the perks
Of persistence
A
You pat me on the head
A happy little bitch
But you didn’t give it
…
Then there’s A
Gremlin tar baby
You’d think my lucky cigarette would save me
Uncle leo
Your aunts and uncles
I know
They were rooting for us on the low
.
A lion and a lioness
A mess even when you moved out west
You sure know how to bark up the best
History now rests
Inside me
My lungs stood the test of time
