Guilliean reads three of her poems; read along with the poems while you’re listening!
Happy people are sickening No one is ever that happy all the time It feels so good to be bad Fighting against the pure I let the rage fester, poisoning my conscious Blistering pustules - The Fear - infect my exterior It used to make me sad To dwell on the things that I have lost I have become hardened against the good In order to restore what was gained.
A small of a soul A symphony of scrap A scoop of stupid A smattering of syrup A scorch of sunshine A sash of silver A shell of a smile A slash of sadness A shape of a star A star of the sea A stroke of sky A stab of snow A speck of a spot A spike of sentience A sound of silence A Song of Songs A science of seduction A street of sex A slither of a snake A shake of a seed A shingle of a sigh A swarm of skill A surface of spies A summit of semantics A satiation of science A saint of satisfaction A sweetness of sixty A slight of a scout A shed of skin A scuffle of a shot A sight of sorrow A snatch of separation A slip of a spark A scene of strength Assured of solitude.
The opposite of a kiss…
The opposite of a kiss is the thing you'd rather miss It's the cut in your skin when you think you're over him It's the hollow of a memory when you can't let yourself be The opposite of a kiss is dreaming of another tryst So what do you do when it's all a lie? Look yourself in the mirror, take a deep breath, and kiss the fucker goodbye.
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