Girl Angst Poems

Almost everyday there's another problem
And I don't gotta therapist to help me solve them
I don't tell no one this, but when I was young and...

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Clouds bursting on clouds from the uncured rain,
Where stemmed wicks snuff out flower smoke,
Fissures that droop so much deeper—
The air full of seed will burn...

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i’m here, nor there, sometimes everywhere
a storm brewing

inside i’m darker
i’ve sailed these seas before

repetition becomes habit 
take me back to simpler times

an early childhood memory
just...

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Being Bob

Bob, is just an ordinary guy in every sense of the word. Five ft eight inches tall, a little on the chubby side and...

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Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night
In my ramshackle torn straw old bed 
The mice are chewing my toes
And the bedbugs bite...

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Darkness 
There are a lot of ways to describe it but it always feels the same 
This feeling of loneliness
That no one can escape 

Darkness...

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I once told a story about my 
Ex-girlfriend Gormless Sue
Well that was part one
And this is part two

Gormless Sue had a farm
She lived in a...

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Clothes hang prickly and wild—
The kind diamond smell of her
Spreads in a blocked out sky's room,
Faint earth in bursting skeleton bones.

The kind diamond smell of...

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There was a lady in her late thirties

She loved juicy gossip and kitty parties

Kids were two, an older boy and a younger girl

Naughty devils but...

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Drink the poison from my blood, breathe the rot from my lungs.
Take all that has been decaying inside me and nurse it to health like...

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i can slaughter the girl i once was, but i must learn how to love the woman i have become.

i can eat my decomposing body,...

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CATULLUS TRANSLATIONS 3


Catullus VII: 'How Many Kisses'
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

You ask, Lesbia, how many kisses
are enough, or more than enough, to satisfy me?

As...

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i am a nasty girl.

i scream.

i bite.

i cry.

i scratch.

i yell.

i pull.

but i just want to be heard....

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Shatterer of Worlds



Good morning saboteur of words
What is it today, what is it today now?
Fatman or little boy?
Bubble girl and Busy lobster
Seems so distant now
lead...

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I am hungry,
Like a matchbox girl in December,
Threadbare and falling apart,
Shivering as I stand alone.

I am hungry,
Like a teenage girl in front of a mirror,
Pinching...

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