Tag: writer
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Unpublished shit
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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Petals + Leaves
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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Sinking Ovation
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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Demolition
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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Simulating Stimulations
Born on the cusp of millennia / analogue being in digital age / Can’t simulate stimulations / from be-ness vibrations…
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Get Well Soon
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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Haunted Hearts + Haunted Houses
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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Millennial Scream into the Void
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This is not the land of the free nor opportunity, this is the land of delusion. This is not the “American Dream” unless you are asleep and it is just that–a dream. We are living in a time where a growing populous of people’s retirement plan is suicide. We have higher rates of self inflicted…
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Manifest My Destiny
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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Only Nomads
Unmarked back roads paved in fractured fate lines. exposed palms, like cracked asphalt leading down routes Only nomads travel on.
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Opalescent Eyes
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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Neon Darkness
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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Crucifying Confliction
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.
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Beware
I have been an Electrician…Constantly rewiring My neural pathwaysUnlearning Life lessonsThat were never explicitly taught. I learned how to read Braille subtextWith trembling fingertipsIn an environment Where I was forbidden To feel. I was taughtThat expressing my hurtWas not valid within itself—It was an act ofDefiance or Disobedience I used to resistBeing an active participant…
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All You Can Do is Laugh
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in art, independent, journaling, mental health, poetry, self care, self help, Uncategorized, writer, zineCrazy what happens when you get off your clown shit and get promoted to ringleader. I take joy in being a traveling circus.
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Full of Yourself…as Opposed to Who?
“You’re so full of yourself!” Like it’s a bad thing. Have they ever taken a moment to think about what the fuck that even means? I now love to respond with, “As opposed to who? Who else am I supposed to be full of? Beyoncé? I am proud and only wish to be full and…
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in art, independent, journaling, mental health, poetry, self care, self help, Uncategorized, writer, zineFuck you. And also, fuck me too. We’re not in this life together but that doesn’t mean we can’t come together. Turn the petty to prosperous.