Oblesk - Hello Poetry

When you're tucked into the corner of your bed kissing a girl, consider blasphemy. When you're picking flowers and spinning your lover in the grove, consider blasphemy. When your mother finds out and you are forced to leave her, consider blasphemy. When you have healed from your sins, come to the church and consider blasphemy. When you turn back to your sins, leave the church and consider blasphemy. When you get married to your wife and commit yourself to the sin, consider blasphemy. When you are old and on your deathbed, please, for the love of God, reconsider blasphemy. When you stop your breathing and reunite with your lover for eternity, disconsider blasphemy.

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Jun 6, 2022

Jun 6, 2022 at 8:20 AM UTC

blasphemy

When you're tucked into the corner of your bed kissing a girl, consider blasphemy. When you're picking flowers and spinning your lover in the grove, consider blasphemy. When your mother finds out and you are forced to leave her, consider blasphemy. When you have healed from your sins, come to the church and consider blasphemy. When you turn back to your sins, leave the church and consider blasphemy. When you get married to your wife and commit yourself to the sin, consider blasphemy. When you are old and on your deathbed, please, for the love of God, reconsider blasphemy. When you stop your breathing and reunite with your lover for eternity, disconsider blasphemy.

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sometimes, i get so tangled in my comforter and the darkness it brings that it is all i become. i feel stuck underneath, taking only the shape of the crumbled fabric. i’m drowning in cloth. i forget i exist outside of my bed, that a version of me once got up and didn’t fear the loss of contact. i forget that i am not one with the sheets, that i am something outside of my bed.

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May 31, 2022

May 31, 2022 at 5:08 PM UTC

comfort

sometimes, i get so tangled in my comforter and the darkness it brings that it is all i become. i feel stuck underneath, taking only the shape of the crumbled fabric. i’m drowning in cloth. i forget i exist outside of my bed, that a version of me once got up and didn’t fear the loss of contact. i forget that i am not one with the sheets, that i am something outside of my bed.

5

I’m not sure when you became the only thing I could write about. A stranger who no longer knows who I am. I’m tired of letting the ghost of you move my pen and beckon my tears. I want to slip you into every poem I write but I know it’ll only leave me stuck with words I can no longer read

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Apr 25, 2022

Apr 25, 2022 at 6:02 PM UTC

lover

I’m not sure when you became the only thing I could write about. A stranger who no longer knows who I am. I’m tired of letting the ghost of you move my pen and beckon my tears. I want to slip you into every poem I write but I know it’ll only leave me stuck with words I can no longer read

7

I don’t know what it is about the way it tastes in my mouth. The way it no longer terrifies me, but instead wraps me in a blanket of familiarity as I let myself fall. It holds me in a lovers embrace and pulls me to the edge of my limits just so shove me back into my body in the morning with a dry mouth and migraine.

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Mar 18, 2022

Mar 18, 2022 at 11:01 AM UTC

drugs

I don’t know what it is about the way it tastes in my mouth. The way it no longer terrifies me, but instead wraps me in a blanket of familiarity as I let myself fall. It holds me in a lovers embrace and pulls me to the edge of my limits just so shove me back into my body in the morning with a dry mouth and migraine.

6

I try to overdose on my basic needs so my death will seem like an accident

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Mar 2, 2022

Mar 2, 2022 at 11:40 AM UTC

needs

I try to overdose on my basic needs so my death will seem like an accident

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When I’m gone, walk my dog on the beach in the early morning. Let him see me in the sunrise, feel me in the pulling tide, smell me in the salty winds.

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Feb 26, 2022

Feb 26, 2022 at 12:17 AM UTC

dog

When I’m gone, walk my dog on the beach in the early morning. Let him see me in the sunrise, feel me in the pulling tide, smell me in the salty winds.

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