poetry
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Chastened chest Constricted congestion, Coughing up confessions Of fermented love For you. The contagious Brightness of your eyes Compete with The wildfires of mine Time and time Again We lose seconds When choosing our First choice last.
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How you shatter through me Like the conversation piece Spoken of but not to How you believe I fade into The shadows of neglect Yet I shimmer violently Without meaning to And I have half a mind to ask for pardon… How these bruised knuckles Have hardened Into the softener of calloused hearts I weep…
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Hugs — To embrace space is to hug infinity What they don’t tell you about the expansion journey…They say that you can’t take items with you and that some people won’t be able to join you in where you’re going. What they fail to inform you is that some of those people includes all of…
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what do you do when you’re caught between your In-betweens?
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A butterfly never witnesses the beauty of its own vibrant wings
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Mansions made of cardboard boxes, we are papier-mache prayers…
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Umbra transfusion, she glimmers brighter than my shadow self.
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Light shimmered on the Things I have shadowed… How can there be suchGlimmering, Glinting off of Hallowed gallows? Heavy hangs the head Whose mind Is light.Do I swallow regret Or Do I follow the trail Of Sorrows?Begging the Creator As if a “Lender” For tomorrow? From whom am I borrowing?
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I’ve been both my own demon and savior
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So I kept scouring,Seeking out beauty capableOf placating the gentleHum of pain inside. When the loopsOf nooses beganTo resemble acrobaticHoops,I laughed in Pain’s face. It was finally my turnTo tell her,“Don’t take it so seriously.”
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And that’s okay baby,You’re on your path.You’re not ready to be seenWhile I’m ready to be felt. When riptides collide with undercurrentsThundering like torrential mercenaries…Nothing on you…However, this heart is not availableFor target practice. I’d rather be at peace with myselfVersus at war with the world.Than to be at peace with the worldAnd at war…
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I know you won’t see this letter because you’re off somewhere trying to get better… I hope you know you haven’t faded behind your demons’ shadows and that someone unconditionally loves you. I heard our song today, and was stung by jagged memories poisoned with nostalgia, I could taste your name in the corner of…
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The sea does not apologize for its depth. The mountains do not seek forgiveness for taking up space. And the sun does not ask permission to shine. So, why would I?
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How can I Give you the thing you Must take?
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I wanted to burrow Instead of bursting through hardened soil I felt buried versus rooted I blindly bloomed In the process Of becoming Maybe buds are Scentless Due to an evolutionary adaptation— Self preservation. Often times things of youth are only perceived as fragile, Birthing is battle.
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She swears like a sailor And has a librarian’s mind A bibliophile lost at sea, Raised by a pack of alley cats. When she was without books, She read people. When she was isolated, She read messages in constellations. When the sun shone, She read between the lines Of singing bird’s beaks. When her eyes…
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I needed somewhere to hang my heart. Your shoulders took form Of a hat rack I used to enter Through the doorway Of your rib cage— You were “home” they say is where the heart is As though this flesh form Does not also require protection. The walls of your love Are caving in… The…
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Potential has no expiration date.
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What you can do With what you haveWithout excuses.
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You can’t make someone be somethingThey’re not.
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Are we what happenswhen slingshots loaded with asteroids collide?Galactic Impact.
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If you haven’t realized by now,Your SSN is your SKU number,Your serial code. In a country that tracks its overall wellnessBased off of imaginary arbitrary Numbers generated fromSome fuckass Street [Wall]Are you actually Feigning surprise?Have you not realized thatYou’re just inventory—A stock item. You are their product And you thank themFor giving you the opportunityTo…
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Born on the cusp of millennia / analogue being in digital age / Can’t simulate stimulations / from be-ness vibrations…
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I could taste your name in the corner of my cracked lips/and the spaces between my fingers have eroded/down to valleys kissed by droughts—/Thirsty for your ghostlike touch./I’m still drifting away into the unknown space/And all the whiskey and cigarettes can’t fill your place
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Tombstones chiseled By broken promises Epitaphs echoing like sonnets Palm reading like Pslams Extended fingers, prayer palms Hoarse prayers transporting High hopes in low riding Hearses. Heralding heresy Impunitive immunity Ignatus ambiguity, Illuminous dimming Wistfully witting.
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My be-ness will not be-less;Refusal to complyWith compressing myselfTo your comfort size. Manifest my DestinyNo man claims ownership of me.I am moreHuman than Sovereign—You do not reignOver me,Save your trickery. You all have freedom to get lostWe lost ours to be found. But you rainOn me,Fallowing my fellows.You who only knowOf pillaging Mother’s groves. Take…
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Unmarked back roads paved in fractured fate lines. exposed palms, like cracked asphalt leading down routes Only nomads travel on.
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Artist Credit/IG: @no_i.d.707 How people like you and I have gazed into the windows of black serpents with opalescent eyes. Few wonder how death is so beautiful, her form and her sound. The warmth felt in the release from holding onto things we never really wanted in the first place — and so one of…
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Don’t mistake control for interest. This manipulation does not Make you special… distractions fromKarmic lessons. Black eyes are the same huesOf dying starsNeon darkness — begotten blightIn denial, we proceed to nameUnborn children “Sunlight”How ironic it is to hear Your soundReminding me how I wound upIn this position to begin with. You had me upside…
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Lashing out at being lashed. Don’t need you to hurt, don’t need you to feel and heal. Know that your presence is a gift—honor that.
