Spyda
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and I'm so scared to die.A Poem by SpydaI'm a marble statue ofsunglasses and cigarettes.I'm a tall glass ofsmoke and mirrors.And women want me but I don'twant them. I swear if you couldsee i.. |
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atelophobia//purgatoryA Poem by SpydaI’ve been saving my baby teethand a lock of my hair from when it stillheld curlsin a box in my basement, hopingI could someday rebuild a former .. |
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bones & bruisesA Poem by SpydaI suck at writing love poems, but here's an attempt. |
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Rainforests.A Poem by SpydaWe spent the night arguing hypotheticals andended up in a diner at two am andboth quietly reveled in how cliche it was..She argued that natural is inh.. |
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dear katy, an updateA Poem by SpydaYour being has leftdeepcreases in my soul, as ifit were drenched in somethingawful and shut in a darkdrawerfor a year or four. Neglectedbut not forgot.. |
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Who the f**k do you think I am?A Poem by SpydaSelf-destructive?What does that phrase evenmean?Self-defeating?Maybe.Self-loathing?Probably.Selfless?Hardly.But selfdestructive?I’d like to thin.. |
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the greatest joke ever told.A Poem by SpydaI find it at leastpartially humourousthat people subconsciouslyfind things likecar crashesto beromantic.And, I meanwho canblame them?I sure as hell ca.. |
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define /tragedy/A Poem by SpydaWhite suburban basementsfull of kids pretendingwishingthat they’d had just a little lesssurrounded by more of the same.Lukewarm coffeewhite-hot .. |
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Natural CausesA Poem by SpydaMother Nature, make up your goddamn mind.If even the seasons don’t know who they want to be, then how should I?I want the streets to be painted .. |
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