[SW]: hii, I have riffs

[delirium]

riff's; a form of poetry which is basically forcing words to come out, and taking more or less whatever's there. or at least, it's how it's been explained to me, and it's what my sister's boyfriend has gotten me into doing.
all of my crap is pretty short, and kind of weird. they're pretty much in order from oldest to newest. the newer ones are obviously the ones I like better.

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my best friend died today,
but that's okay
she didn't understand me anyway

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you, sir,
glassman, smokeman
dying man
I am not the doll you would like,
nor is my sister
God is weeping for you.

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the man on the moon,
he speaks to me
he traces his words
on my skin
the man on the moon,
he sings to me
calls me the woman king
he sleeps next to me,
and dresses me in stardust

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my mother's ghost
wraps her arms around me
ascend. descend.

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3w2
christmas lights
drunken cartwheels
there are only six months till christmas
this is genesis

(note: this was written on a mapkin at a restraunt, lol. or more specifically while going back to a-kon after spending the night at said sister's boyfriend's house and eating at metro diner after a night of heavy drinking, going back to A-Kon.)

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the moon has
epilepsy
nothing flows from me
like it should
we are the blood of stars

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he says he's losing
his ****ing mind
break me with your sex
these bones are not enough