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Cym's GD Asylum



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Hands Create, Mouths Destroy

Posted by Cym , 10 May 2013 · 33 views

All I hear is popping,
Scraping, Ringing, Slapping
Sensuous, Slivery, Slimy
It all sounds the same to me
Ripples down my back
Find the barest,
Most merciless part of me
Housing my deepest regrets
Embarrassments, afflictions,
Perhaps conflicting personalities
Slide and settle
Glitter and rustle
Phantom tongues insinuate and violate
In the worst possible wa...


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Master the Fox-Hole

Posted by Cym , 06 May 2013 · 41 views

Not too crazy about the title, but it's the best I can think of for now. As always, comments are appreciated! xoxo
 
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You have the magic touch,
The silver tongue,
The gangrene thumb
For sowing the seed
Of discord and doubt
You know too well.
Once it’s planted,
It smolders and spreads
Tearing through the plains
Ripping past and chasin...


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I'm Always

Posted by Cym , 05 May 2013 · 38 views

I feel like this one's finished, but you never know. I would appreciate any comments. Thanks!
 
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I’ve always dreamed
Of living inside the stars
Existing as a part of a muse,
A movement
Towards that inevitable something,
Everything, to happen
A small token of reception,
This inception of belonging
To a much more monumental, me
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Waiting Out the Storm

Posted by Cym , 10 January 2013 · 81 views

This is a poem I've been slowly adding to for a while, just a musing about my perception of the rain depending on where I'm at.
 
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More than enough rain
To drown out the rage
Too humid to want
Anything
But that electric scream
The scream that soothes the swell,
That embolic tidal wave
Threatening to become the tsunami
The only chaos that...


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Birthright

Posted by Cym , 07 January 2013 · 71 views

I wrote this poem for my dad's sister, whom I haven't heard from in 7 years. I never thought too much of it, but then my dad told us he heard from our grandparents that the reason she doesn't talk to me, my brother, and my sister is because we're "not Christian enough." Being Native American, that struck a chord with me.
 
Please, no atheist comments,...


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Whatsername, the Rebel

Posted by Cym , 21 August 2012 · 150 views

This is the updated version of the poem I wrote. I'm pretty proud of it :)

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My routine changed
When I put my hands on the wheel
And I was in charge again
They should have never let me drive
They should know I’m bad with maps
They should know how easy it is to remember
What “impulsive” means
Programmed into this gas pedal,
It can...


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Whatsername, the Rebel

Posted by Cym , 18 August 2012 · 142 views

This is a poem I wrote recently about a chance encounter with the girl at the coffee shop. Let me know what you think; I'm kind of iffy on the ending.

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My routine changed
When I put my hands on the wheel
And I was in charge again
They should have never let me drive
They know I’m bad with maps
They didn’t know I remembered
What...


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Leather-bound

Posted by Cym , 14 June 2012 · 106 views

This is a short story I just wrote. I might need to tinker with it a bit more, but on the whole it feels finished. Let me know what you think. xoxo.

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She wandered through the streets with no particular destination in mind, a notebook in her back pocket, just in case. She had long ago learned not to walk around “unarmed,” for when the...


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Adult Life

Posted by Cym , 07 May 2012 · 78 views

I feel like, as mature and headstrong as my brother has gotten in recent years, he still knows so little about real life. All the decisions I have to make, whether they be financial or personal, he always has a comment on it, and it makes me feel unsure about what I'm doing, even if what I'm trying to do will help all of us in the long run. I...


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Redux

Posted by Cym , 29 March 2012 · 91 views

This is another one of my more recent poems. It's a complicated love poem about habits and falling back into them. xoxo.

You reached across
Dinner tables
Movie theaters
Back seats
Phone lines
Continents
To give me this message
Message of what?
You always hung up
Before I could ask

You reached across
My faraway look in your eyes
All your insecurities...






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