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Hey everybody, I've been pretty stacked up lately, but please go vote on @LadyLincoln's Sweetest Deviant Poll! :dalove: (I'm actually on the list too, woah! :faint:)
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And I couldn't be more honored to be included on such a list. 
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Hey, do me a favor and comment on this thing:
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- Comment on THAT status with love: bloodshotink.deviantart.com/st…
- We love you so fucking much, PoetryOD
the gliitch clique/the squad/the homies formed a little...
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- it's where the glitchy, experimental, and wordplay filled poetry goes. 1 poem a day, son.
- day 1:
|00001| twobeeold gods in a quotient flee
make waves ripple out through upholstery
and this couch is a grave i've imposed on me
and your name is an epitaph over me
engulfed haze and pure roman feet
fabricating a face that's engrossing me
dumb ghosts in a salient vocal suite
lost causes that may yet be broken, sweet
oh hope you are potent, weaving
from fortunate plain to deep ocean keeping
my potions at bay and my foes at sea
and i know when i sink you're engulfing melovely bloodthis breathtaking orbit
of your hands, fluttering
holding inside them
a breath of air arid
more precious than
your lunging lungs
like you dipped your fingers
in plague paint pain
and covered everything up //
and me, trying to classify
every type of fluid
in my body
by crying
and touching
and regressing
and knotting
corpses together
with out of date
prescriptions
and marker pens
more permanent
than i could ever be //vaporize valor (nanogliimo)paradigm shift
with a mega fine clip
this is the scissor shot
of clipping and stopping,
copping and stripping birds of wings
and skylines of nighttime
so that cloud nine
is only find found
in the am and only
when the early bird isn't sleeping in
and when the worm isn't already eaten
and this cannibal vision of consuming your own kind
to get a clip for the nine
ones you have in your pocket is disparaging,
disappointing and desolate.
desperate and absolute,
there is no forgiveness for your hungry mouth
and greedy tooth,
your thirsty tongue and lusting touch.
it's disgusting and it's animal,
but it never felt so right before.
i don't know where i'm going
or where i am headed
but i'm uncomfortable with these stares
that i'm getting but this is about speed
not sense or loose change made
in this short stretch of time
and speakin - day 2:
|00010| ex heightunsundered and swallowed up,
lost to the rhythm of drunk hollow tongues
sauntered up to barometers
sunk.
all my honor
spent on rudder's coy rattle;
bright darling, you're majority
addled.
and i am
but prattle.softly, nowi hear the rain pooling in my collarbones
i hear you pooling in my collarbones
a cipher
i let the forest in my throat meet the air
like it was always yearning to
like i was always yearning to
these branches reach through
my cavernous mouth
and the stars that have always yearned
to be inside my body
are inside my body now
now i can leave my body as i have always yearned
and become a tree
in someone else's throat
become a voice that sounds like
someone else reading my poems
the way i always yearned to
i can become rain
pooling in the craters of the moon - day 3:
keelhauledkill this track we got a
fucked up beat going down --
this hard hurt, soft pain
damn bird with a lost name
i spent years in a hospital
replaced my bones with new gospel
my anatomy is diabolical
my devilry is theological
my herd, my pride
my pride is heard
my heart is stunned
and struck
and surged
my mouth is tripped
my death is ripped
eyes rolled back in rhythm, in time
my limbs will fall
unspecifiedne plus ultra (nanogliimo) keel the hurt,
kill the heard noise
of the nosy herd
and kill the cries
of the bloodied
mane of the pride.
keel the pride on its
side when you slay
the main man
and make his side piece
rue the day
she ever laid eyes
on his made-men mask
made to make men pass
through with pride intact
rather than lose--
in loose attack
lose tact incorporated
incorporeal general
marginalized into
a loose thumbtack.
his pressed slacks
impressed her and presser of
his brain w - shouts to the spot:
Two of my favorite everythings; human beings, artists, ...
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- introverted-ghost: day #1 - mary: :thumb524154001: ('rosemary flustered flesh')
- Lissomer: day #2 - plea/s/e: :thumb524171192: ('etching silences into the air')
- I fucking love their brains and souls and asdfklngsalkngyes.
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And the very worthiest of contenders you are for the title, without question!! 