Third Poem

Moon and Starlight
#shiny#shiny
Languages I have learned dropped dead.

People's eyes are wide as teacups,
glimpsing every breath I take-

haunting rifles on my shoulders,
speaking to me as I see:
so damn nice and easy going,
this is how it seems to me.

Why's my tounge so sad and lonely-
useless muscle in my mouth-
there she is: between the vocals,
puzzling noise does spitting out.

I am crying like a baby,
"Shut me down" - I try to say.

Moon and Starlight
#shiny#shiny
Languages I have learned dropped dead.

one sad pill after the other,
swallowing the night away.

Second Poem

When my hands follow my hair
-from up, slowly into down.
My head feels weak

--
Under my hair is skin.
Under my skin is skull.
But still.
Mellow-

--
When I touch the mellow part-
carefully, with my fingers.
My head feels weak.

--
The body is paralized,
the eyes wide open-
and it gives me the creeps.
But I can't stop touching it.

--
It feels like I am touching the very end of my brain.
All connected and slick.
And I pass out for one moment.

--
Then, suddenly,
I look at my hands.
I lost control

HisStory

http://www.mixcloud.com/HisStory/madgirlslovemix/

My first poem

I

After seeing crunchy ceilings,
Babies blister in the sun.
Dust is lying on her lashes:
melting plastic, thick as juice,
is falling down

II

Fake polished nails bite feet and fingers,
glitter's hanging from her tears:
rainbow fishes bath in bathtubs.
Lipstick red and pink instead-
paint her pale.

III

There's a message out of honey,
I can't read it, but it does taste sweet.