Consumption Poems - Poems about Consumption

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My skin crawls as I watch a hand, disembodied, reach yet again into the Tollhouse bag. Bright, artificial yellow. It burns my eyes. Countless chocolate chips are shoveled down my gullet as if crumbs to a wretched, starving creature. I’m only jarred out of my sinful haze by catching si th r of my reflection. That face staring back at me -...

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intimacy blaze carnal journey beside you completion roadmap...

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A dash of dark poetry. (A darkened soul sings to the watching night sky) All hail to The Lost Tribe of the Shadow People of The Obsidian Dust The life thieves like Lazarus Who hides in the Grey Meadows Outside my windows Chanting Yes Pull up your souls black gallows Hang your tortured heart High For us all to watch The Machiavellian...

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bottles clink like keys to hell's doors, my hands shook before they stilled in gin, first it was a love affair— warm whiskey whispers on cold nights, the booze bloomed, and I rode the flame like a fool on fire. years lost, sweat-soaked in bars, conversations slurred, jobs slipping through my fingers like sand. I traded promises for the bottom of a glass, women for...

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The sun falls into the ground once more As has happened the day before How content I may appear But please, look between the looking glass Please, you must look past Past my facade, Im trapped inside my mind The circumference of my skull is my cage Im running out of precious time I see no chance of escape A mind of madness, they...

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Unhinge your jaw, snake, what’s a little more? You’re eating worlds faster than they make them And nothing fills you better than a tale of love and war. You’re ravenous, really, making feasts out of beasts. You’re every monster’s monster and your hunger never dies As your shadow stretches over bones you’ve bleached. Jormungand’s ribs poke like toothpicks in your teeth, Tying...

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Dying with my duty done, my life’s ambition filled, I hear and feel the rustling from that which I did build. Arachni-matron-me, I feasted ‘pon the mate I killed – Before creating (lovingly?) the sac that holds my brood. Chitinous appendages – a thousand eight-fold sets – Scramb-ling, tearing, clawing to escape their natal nets. Th’time is nigh, I’ll never see...

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A long stare at one is plain insult: I’ve never done that to an adult, Even one in his dying Renault, Badly harassing him with some fault, Wanting to end up in their own vault Or owner dispatch to his own vault… But should one adult spare insults, Who has been offering open assaults And could on a youth use catapults With all...

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I often open the curtains to let the heat in, but there’s no sunshine today. While sat in a chair that’s versed and infirm, blistered brown, bitter and solid as the surrounding bricks. Was it a daydream of fortune. When a breeze, shimmered with animals within a contorted tree. Behind a typhoon of blue. An open curtain can...

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all device features are described in the manual, but we are still unruly in the streets, I needed to know a lot more about fractions that hide between the numbers one and two, measure the exact extent of each shadow in the sky of life and really understand why we are lost here, shopping endlessly in the bazaars, acquiring picturesque items to...

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'Bee' put on a bar-be-que for bringing up the past, and of course he added drinking. Now the die was caste for stories bringing laughter from dubious glory days, when our oats were being sown while living single ways. Naturally it wasn't long before the 'art of studery' had died, and leaving all the juicy stamina that our minds provide for...

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Eruption and Consumption of Corruption With much energy there was an eruption, And once existed had been consumption; Confused; Misused; Committed crime along with corruption. Jim Horn...

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Man I'm still standing & demanding though demand is drained You can look in from outside see but not feel the pain I’ve been through mad drills harsh anger & changed my face quitting is Hell my friend stuck in an isolation place Years went by years of my life can’t get back or replace events experiences occasions no where...

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day 5,000 in time it was yesterday you made it real i am still living in history my heart's tattoo has been broken day 1,000,000 will be tomorrow if time was in a freezer, i would be the red snowman if you were the thermometer, i would be mercury in search of somebody to love if God was my throat, i would be...

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