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Kara Gru Poem
I'm floating right below the water
And you are trimming my feet and my head
So it'd be easier for me to collapse
Like you'd mow the lawn every week
I was 5 and in your bed and mostly scared
They'd been trimming my arms and my voice
As I was floating underneath the water
They want me to take brutalized limbs then march
But I'm floating right below the water, most of the time
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Kara Gru Poem
The humiliation in my elbows is attaching itself to a rainbow current
Then it flushes my head
Your foot is trying to find dryland on my forehead
Lack in my hair
Drenched in the milk from your nails
I was screaming or I was told that I was
I was the void or I was told that I was
You'd put into an archetype or two in my rucksack
I crushed on the shore
Writing on a sticky note I remind myself of who I was yesterday
My drawers are still misplaced
But that's where I put my fishbowl
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Kara Gru Poem
All of a sudden I miss a step
And then you excuse me the lack of continuity
He dragged me here, taking me by my hair and then asked me to leave some space in me to handle all of his dirt.
To exchange.
I could be stronger getting fat in my tower.
I could be stronger but then I recognize there's no need.
'We found love in a hopeless place' but then again it was all about deserts when we were somewhere else.
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They told me you were standing over his dead body
But now you're unlocking my valves
They told me you were standing over his dead body
But now you're making my rivers flow
Some of it is yours
And some of it is mine
The guilt in between us is circling around
Sometimes it's all yours
Some of it remains mine
I put myself in your hands
Staining you with my glitter
But then I remind myself to go back home
There was a break in me
That's left me hopeful
I was flowing in your hands
And now I'm lying on a cloud
With our rights in my pocket
Gods were eager to give me answers
But there was little left of me
He took my grounds where I used to flower
But then you came and I let you in
That's just all that he's left for me in his will
He'd sworn he wouldn't let me out alive
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Are you a satanist miss? What? I'm a little snake between your sheets, I'm a ladybird sitting on a leaf, I talk to you about ways I die, my puppy and cooking, I get weirder day by day, there was a connection and then I jumped on it with all my weight. I'm here because I'm a girl with daddy issues and it's my entrance pass. He took pins and pushed me to the ground. We do things for grown ups and oh my God, you're so young but I forget to blush so I guess it's all good. People made me feel guilty for growing up, are they doing the same to you?
I place myself in the queue then I grow weary and even my body is reluctant to stay.
I wash my hair every day and you start accepting my existence as a part of your reality. All my breathing cells. All my syntheses, my mitochondria as I can't accept how they react to you so I leave them and you alone.
It was mine but then they started eating it by piece by piece and the fear's crippled me. I was expecting a breakdown. I've had of enough apples to look this young and now I'm made of candy. They told me you kill people, well, I'm a girl who's forgotten to die.
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I will open your hands to the blow of soot
Foam around
And the pejorative of illumination
I am changing mistakes with your consciousness
The number of exaltation
Soot off the hands
Ascribes oceans to winds
I am distorting the image of reality
Darkness is pejorative
Because it does not expect illumination
2005
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I'm the most peaceful being in this world
I hate violence and I don't watch porn
But I'd punch your stupid face
And I'd give it all I've got
I'm vegan and I always opt for the bike
Always somewhere else,
Yeah, that's cuz I'm thinking about art
But I'd punch your stupid face tonight
When I go out I put on spf 50
I get home and I'm dark brown
But for a long time I've been thrifty
I'm saving for you my every punch
I don't drink alcohol,
I stick to my herbal tea,
You always want to see me doing wrong
Lie to make everyone go along
So go, make the boy whose dick you're sucking
Choke you with your thong
You always hide behind his back,
Hoping for a little smack
Yeah but I meditate, I don't sleep around
It looks like you've crossed the line
I'd punch your stupid face just fine
I'm gonna hate you till you die
Usually I just cry a little,
Sleep a lot it eases the hurt
But it goes without saying
That bitch, I'm done with your dirt
May the truth set us free...
Bye b.
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You fell from my nightmare that keeps unfolding in the dark
Carrying my dead body on your back
And offering cheaply all that you are
You bought them all
Your mask won't stop me from noticing your crime
Next time I see you two together I'll be the one holding a knife
You killed all the innocence in sight to the sound of your victim anthem
That keeps muting any thought in my head
But somehow your five letter name is still stuck in my brain
How come you never know how to rise above that
Your new lover likes it the most when you scream that you don't care about me
You fell sick with someone else's touch, I died when I saw you together
So don't ask if I have a place to sleep
I'll be waiting in my grave till the crowd gets bored
Counting on my fingers all my violent deaths that are always your fault
And growing numbers in your hand always revert to zero
But I can't ever rise above wanting you so
Place where we are reveals all the steps in our way
So what have you done to find yourself where you are
What have I done to stand beside you waiting for you like I always do?
You called me your sister knowing that I wasn't for a minute
And I just hope that our story won't be known as the ultimate betrayal
So now that I stood up from my knees I recommend doing it too
Nobody touches what is forever to be mine
You killed all the love in sight to the sound of your victim anthem
May it turn into your funeral march
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I am a bag of bones
and you are making a hole
So I could change my course
Lighter with deprivation
I am a bag of bones
But now you are adding weight
So I could starve to death
On this starry night
I am a bag of bones
Yet you're taking what's mine
I am holding the wall
So all these things won't move too fast
You take saints, martyrs from my head; and misattribution
One bead, then another
And I am... I am figure scating
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You leave
Emerging out of the ashened steam
Of the matter of galimatias
Broken
By a deaf, quadrilateral angle
Crash
Box unfolded
Crash
You won't come back
The sum of your returns
Sounds of a purring cat
That found itaka of its litter box
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I love you so let me make a mistake
Deliberately till you show me that I've indeed switched my pose
Listen, I've always been better than all of them
So you won't tempt me to play by their rules
I love you so they've came and told me to change my path
They were lying to me until I ran out of hope
Now it's yes or no
It's zero or none
Let them infantilze me and let me play a saint
Let me take a wrong turn
Maybe you made this decision for me while I was safe in my sleep
We're all waiting for the moment we die
Till we leave our clothes and become who we are
So hit me with your misunderstanding
Retard my bones
Let me put my shirt back on
You've had it all thought out
All I needed was to play my part
The other day I was the most humane in this sexist black hole
I was growing by the leaf
Threading carefully
They told me that the old family curse is still waiting to get me
I love you so let me make a mistake
They told me I can make it
only if I save all of them first
I was a good girl
And then I was a good boy
By your side
I love you so let me make a mistake
I might say sorry 1000 times, let me start
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You still remember how the sweetness of my heart made it cheaper
Maybe you didn't deserve any better
Baby now you're looking so thin
So let me feed you with a spoon
I have jelly and peanut butter
Let me learn where to place my legs
Baby now you're looking so thin
Let me feed you with a spoon
With times when I was truer to myself
You still remember how concrete my fear was
In the summer I'll keep on bringing to you my best cherries
Here where we are it's always freezing
So I'll go and find flowers on the field
You particitipate in life more often
So I put on my wings to remind you of the innocence we once shared
Let me feed you with cherries
I couldn't get any tinier underneath this blanket
Maybe it's wrong, this time I left them at the door
You ask me questions, you're yellow and pink
Now they come to me and ask me how silly I can get
None of that was real
But I write stories too
We learned our lines through reading
Let me open the window
And check if my rays are in sync
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