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thisisapoemaboutcompulsionit hurts and all i can think about is being that much closer to you touching you holding you that much harder until im choking you and youre hitting me with your closed palmsthisisapoemaboutcompulsion
by ~icaruseyes
startwhat is all this freedom commotion? jerking motions, devotion to promotion of our silly materialism peace signs and swastikas, caustic hate and fierce love drugs sex and rock and rollstart
what does freedom mean when it doesn’t matter?
worse than chained or enslaved we are tamed, maimed and broken by a debilitating apathy we display our freedom in kicking mountains which faith once moved,
now holds and freezes, destroys our efforts from the inside which we hide under shirts flags signs
what is the freedom to change nothing because we no longer want to? the freedom to
by ~icaruseyes
bubblessometimes when i’m feeling tired and alone i go outside, climb as high as i can lift myself up on the wet, wall of stone slippers on feet and a wand in my handbubbles
it tends to be windy, and rainy and dark those nights when the world seems a threatening place i see the straight line of cars that are parked the single direction they all calmly face
the soapy solution, i dip the wand in and hold it then up to my chattering teeth i try to aim careful, and stay with the wind and slowly i exhale a tremulous breath
bubbles, they tumble and circle and wander &nbs
by ~icaruseyes
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