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Sacha Iacob Poem
Need to acknowledge you,
to grasp your lovely brittle self.
Somehow..
doesn’t really matter by what means.
Just GET THE **** BACK INTO MY LIFE.
Logging for your inner alternate sanity.
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Sacha Iacob Poem
me
lurking in-between my neat
but frequently absent reasoning.
godless.
kind of creepy stuff, dude..
Copyright © Sacha Iacob | Year Posted 2011
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Sacha Iacob Poem
my poor-rated idiot
aren’t you a living proof
for the endless generosity of life?
it`s arbitrary ingenuity or simply
funny sense of wit.
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Sacha Iacob Poem
hi my sweet
i`m here for thee
hack your liver
twist a knee
you will meet the worst of me.
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Sacha Iacob Poem
still, non-dynamic study
of my
liquid leftovers sliding down her collapsed body
burn-out lust
wasted hardcore vigor
for an ancient misinterpretation of genitals.
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Sacha Iacob Poem
this tempest
this bitter tempest
rages through my delicate
fleshy organs
through my flexible
enduring plasma machinery.
i crave for never-ending thunders.
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Sacha Iacob Poem
This is not about you.
This is not only for you.
My whole life has not spun around and
Flipped upside down because of you.
Bitter-sweet, beautifully brain-twisted witch!
I shall probably dive and drill you.
Emotionally harass and physically, repeatedly,
Charmingly aggress you.
You will probably taste and waste me.
Work me through my nerves,
suck me dry,
abuse and finally detest me.
We shall.
Probably..
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Sacha Iacob Poem
first stage
I am decaying
Right in this very moment
Actually tasting, enjoying the very process of it
Shrinking, dehydrating
Burning some high dangerous levels of vitality
Wasting layers
My body.
Eating its own share of sustainable proteins
Radical speed approach
Passing and pissing time
Withering through an extremely tight and yet scattered carcass.
I’m only being anxious
And curious
Hard dealing with my own entropic other one
Betting on high cards
Dreaming at perfect figures
Of light.
second stage
Trapped in head
Vast no rental charge area
Only life billing
Strange negotiating skills
Refined sand through my teeth
How am I suppose to recognize
The better
From myriads?
I choose only to gaze
Very slow and indefinite pace
Edges everywhere
Sadistic sharp corners
Tortuous shades and blinding
Violet lights
Cutting right throughout my clenched bowels.
That’s definitely not a very good moment
Or space
To take a crap and have a smoke.
final stage
There’s never, anything final about it.
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