Poem Quote #7047649
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"i can only write poetry after three shots of vodka and


 
 
"i can only write poetry after three shots of vodka and a white blunt that reminds me of salt and your lips, my french professor thinks i'm having an affair with her son, i keep writing stories about children with orange hands, i keep making films about lovers who always die in car crashes, my mother tells me i am mentally ill, i don't like how the purple pills make me feel, the blue ones remind me of open doors, red roses are scattered across my liver, i am bleeding out memories of your laugh, i am building museums in my chest, tell me this isn't a poem, tell me this is just random words woven together, tel me that the graffiti on your hospital wall isn't art, tell me that clocks don't read time, i am holding hell in my mouth, my palms are covered in roaches, you want meaning in everything, you want to find change in the couch cushions but you have no house, you have no home - just a body and a canvas of bones, tied together with skin and one mouth, like a bullet for a bullet, ready to destroy; ready to build."

— (via irynka)

 

2 Comments

Unintentional_Stalker 8 years ago
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I always loved this.
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vivre merveilleusement* 8 years ago
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Its wonderful.
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