word space word period. we're sloppy sentence structure. used, abused, and double spaced; faded ink, and tattered margins. I've been fighting against my paper cuts for so long. I've sucked the blood clean out of the tip. word space word period. the sweet smell of wet pages, the bitter taste of indian ink, line the baseboards, and every crack thereafter, in between my sheets. you're under my nails. you're under my skin. word space word exclaimation word space word question. words, space, sound. this stanza is completely hollow, the spelling is awful, the meanings not there. its littered with typos, and covered in what can only be described as... and thats when my eyes dart back to the paragraph before this

Cindarella scorned me.
She frowned upon my every move
towards shattering her shoes, my hopes and my dreams.
Belle thought low of me,
and mumbled something about
'always a beast and never a prince. '
Perhaps she's right

magnetic poetry

she will hesitate sympathetically
even transfix commercial breath
be seemingly prepared
sick with surprise
you charm strangely and not only
an apprehensive boast
that fantastic glow he read
can slowly brew insanity

open minds and closed hearts on rolled sleeves your up for trying anything except working through things so, with eyes wide shut, you walk away alone from all that could have been mirrored faces and echoed voices haunt your every step and glide even if you wish it all away, it stares you back in the jugular so drown your sorrows with a fifth of gin (but sorrow learns to swim) and try all drugs known to man (and some that arent) because I know im still on your mind. (whether you like it nor not)