jenn-gardnerWhisper

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A Trick of The LightEven after all this time, / I still pray to you like some sort of God. / Half expecting to hear your answer in my head
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Dec 3, 2021
HauntEven after all of this time, / you still ******* haunt me. / Your specter lingers in the earth beneath my feet.
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Dec 3, 2021
Seeing Under WaterUnder your skin. / Lies an undead relic rooted in beauty. / Submerging an eon of engravings within
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Dec 5, 2012
Not With a Bang But a WhimperElectric paper turned to dust in a peaceful explosion of masochistic sheep. / Skinned to black bones, snapping. / As her chemical apocalypse settles in.
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Nov 16, 2012
CommunionWill you please pin my shaking hands to the quivering universe and let me engage in communion? Because lately I have been feeling like a lonely colour in a soundless scape of unending sensation. Too weak to cling tightly enough for any whisper of permanence to latch itself to my soul before it gets caught in the door shutting on their technicolour fatalism. Let me tie my noose to the stars before they fall from the heavens in energetic heaps of light. I will tumble to the dirt alongside the hot white waste expelled from a realm where the gods will weep at the hedonistic horror disguised as modern drops of reality. Let me come to rest in the core, lie motionless among the charred remains of all that we once thought holy.
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Oct 14, 2012
GlassLet us take the world we see and construct / a relatively yellow alternative. / Apprehend ambiguous sunsets,
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Oct 14, 2012
Consumptions1. / Moon multiplied in panes of haunted glass / Renewed in rains long overdue of pink, peach and white.
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Oct 14, 2012
On the Nature of MemoryIf everything in the universe is simply a cardboard cutout reproduction of another, then perhaps everything does have an order. Not a predestined order, but one that falls into place as the paradigms shift and take their place at the bottom of meadow-less time. We receive reverse echoes of things yet to come not because they have already been decided but because time is a mythical concept. Everything that has happened in the past, present and the future actually exist and fade out of tangibility simultaneously. Therefore, we have the ability to detect the residual energy of things past before they fall into place within our present state of mind. When something feels “right” it is because the moment has been marred by man-kind’s archaic , linear, concept of time, and has already existed at a point upon a temporal sunstone. There is no such thing as prediction, only recollection of distant memory.
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Oct 14, 2012
TransitRaspings of the street’s lament. / Secretive, / commonplace,
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Jun 15, 2012
Island1. / Let us take the world we see and construct / a relatively yellow alternative.
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May 20, 2012
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