abjana - Hello Poetry

sisyphus wished someone stopped him. delicate hands that held hard or hardened hands that held softly. stopping him - but that’s nightmare to him. so he wakes when the night strips naked and pushes the rock up again. he then races down hoping this time he is trampled, that his eternal love ends him. he doesn’t make it before the rock. again. maybe next time, i go down under you **** me head first with all of yourself i will die into you

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May 8, 2025

May 8, 2025 at 1:48 PM UTC

sisyphus’s nightmare and dream

sisyphus wished someone stopped him. delicate hands that held hard or hardened hands that held softly. stopping him - but that’s nightmare to him. so he wakes when the night strips naked and pushes the rock up again. he then races down hoping this time he is trampled, that his eternal love ends him. he doesn’t make it before the rock. again. maybe next time, i go down under you **** me head first with all of yourself i will die into you

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i am so hungry i do not like this world i have fed it so much yet i starve now i worry what haven't i done there are merely a few roads i haven't taken all of them leads to the same end too do i still change my narratives i guess i should atleast i am not starved of narratives i should eat one of those narratives make do, wear myself down but say it is might, it is tenacity make do, the familiar road hungry but i have to take it

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Apr 23, 2025

Apr 23, 2025 at 11:00 AM UTC

hunger

i am so hungry i do not like this world i have fed it so much yet i starve now i worry what haven't i done there are merely a few roads i haven't taken all of them leads to the same end too do i still change my narratives i guess i should atleast i am not starved of narratives i should eat one of those narratives make do, wear myself down but say it is might, it is tenacity make do, the familiar road hungry but i have to take it

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it i it remains empty, so empty. would you write into it endlessly, would you writhe inside of it fervently please ugly please

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Apr 19, 2025

Apr 19, 2025 at 11:41 AM UTC

toxin laced love letters - 3

it i it remains empty, so empty. would you write into it endlessly, would you writhe inside of it fervently please ugly please

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we will gift each other daggers and stab a hole in each others chest. slide our hands into it and grab at our throbbing hearts. feel that? pulsating life painted scarlet tasting like rust, like us.

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Apr 19, 2025

Apr 19, 2025 at 11:37 AM UTC

toxin laced love letters - 2

we will gift each other daggers and stab a hole in each others chest. slide our hands into it and grab at our throbbing hearts. feel that? pulsating life painted scarlet tasting like rust, like us.

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will you come look at everything i killed today? and don't look away. be privy i plead, pry please pry, i will bleed pink heed, i am so in need

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Apr 19, 2025

Apr 19, 2025 at 11:34 AM UTC

toxin laced love letters - 1

will you come look at everything i killed today? and don't look away. be privy i plead, pry please pry, i will bleed pink heed, i am so in need

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i said, would you wear my shoes you said no, you have never used such shoes, you don’t imagine you can and i said well that’s good wear this hat then, i said i will walk with you in the scorching sun, maybe offer you shade you said no, you got to make appearances would you read my soul, i asked you said - no, it’s not what i read i said okay, what if i give my shoes, hats, soul, blood and flesh no you said, you don’t feel like it okay, i said, i’ll write everything down then but i restrained the spill, until my body was full of perforations

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Apr 18, 2025

Apr 18, 2025 at 12:00 PM UTC

too naked - epithet 17

i said, would you wear my shoes you said no, you have never used such shoes, you don’t imagine you can and i said well that’s good wear this hat then, i said i will walk with you in the scorching sun, maybe offer you shade you said no, you got to make appearances would you read my soul, i asked you said - no, it’s not what i read i said okay, what if i give my shoes, hats, soul, blood and flesh no you said, you don’t feel like it okay, i said, i’ll write everything down then but i restrained the spill, until my body was full of perforations

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there was never enough paper never enough books the pens contained me the key clicks asked to trace back too much the paint had its own stories too the dance was too visceral the film was incoherent and so i lived and died into them all the masterful rebellion and then your skin, when it was my paper my canvas, my strings, my music every flinch and gasp and breath was like art complete

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Apr 18, 2025

Apr 18, 2025 at 11:57 AM UTC

too naked - epithet 16

there was never enough paper never enough books the pens contained me the key clicks asked to trace back too much the paint had its own stories too the dance was too visceral the film was incoherent and so i lived and died into them all the masterful rebellion and then your skin, when it was my paper my canvas, my strings, my music every flinch and gasp and breath was like art complete

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i wanted horns, i wanted a tail, i never wanted wings because i grew roots first

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Apr 18, 2025

Apr 18, 2025 at 11:53 AM UTC

too naked - epithet 15

i wanted horns, i wanted a tail, i never wanted wings because i grew roots first

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some days i mourn the death of stars, some days i forget to mourn the dreams i massacred both days i tell you nothing about it somedays i mourn the death of stars, some days i forget to mourn the dreams i massacred both days i know i can tell no one anything about it and i didn’t, but it seems like the end so what if i erupted out all my infections.

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Apr 18, 2025

Apr 18, 2025 at 11:49 AM UTC

too naked - epithet 14

some days i mourn the death of stars, some days i forget to mourn the dreams i massacred both days i tell you nothing about it somedays i mourn the death of stars, some days i forget to mourn the dreams i massacred both days i know i can tell no one anything about it and i didn’t, but it seems like the end so what if i erupted out all my infections.

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riffed on and on about these implosions that is the world inside of me pretty words and raw sketches did not get it any lovers lovers that only knew to love and everything else felt so vacuous so lacklustre dissect me, let me be your science and god- i plead again but i thought i am not reaching you because my words were not adept so i made it better and i was all the more unreachable until maybe i thought that was fine, i will be unreachable, sad but well will you reduce me, let me be an atom that intrigues you endlessly so i plea so i plea shamelessly i will make you coffees and teas and potions unheard of i will let you cut into flesh of my dreams, we will make love in a cobweb of intricately beautiful poetic delusions but i am tired too

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Apr 17, 2025

Apr 17, 2025 at 3:23 AM UTC

too naked - epithet 13

riffed on and on about these implosions that is the world inside of me pretty words and raw sketches did not get it any lovers lovers that only knew to love and everything else felt so vacuous so lacklustre dissect me, let me be your science and god- i plead again but i thought i am not reaching you because my words were not adept so i made it better and i was all the more unreachable until maybe i thought that was fine, i will be unreachable, sad but well will you reduce me, let me be an atom that intrigues you endlessly so i plea so i plea shamelessly i will make you coffees and teas and potions unheard of i will let you cut into flesh of my dreams, we will make love in a cobweb of intricately beautiful poetic delusions but i am tired too

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