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The winged angel cries after every call. They drag their chirps, while we drag smoke and, bodies. Yes, our lands are vast and our people mighty, but their domain is infinite. High on blue & connected to the celestial because heaven is their Home. -nt
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Jan 4
Jan 4, 2026 at 1:34 AM UTC
The Feathered Thing
I am from the sheltering mountains. I am from my mother’s arms and my father’s carpentry. I am from the soft silence after laughing with loved ones. I am from every gift anyone has given me. I am from the glare of the morning snow and the dancing of air from the summer heat. I am from the roof that sheltered my family from rain. I am from the leaves that fall when the wind forces itself on trees. I am from the scent of her perfume and the shadow of his brow. I am from the guidance I follow from strangers. -nt
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Jan 4
Jan 4, 2026 at 1:32 AM UTC
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Show off your discernible brow, flex your fingers and brain. Show me, with your chest, how you breathe. Scold my enemy for his faults, let your anger wash and drown my offense. Scold me for my flightless feelings, and I will float on this sea of shame.
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Jan 4
Jan 4, 2026 at 1:30 AM UTC
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And under the stage light, he shines. Glistening with false promise. His words spew passion. His face; animated. But when the lights turn off, the little moths that seemed so big are gone. And now there is nothing but the deafening silence of a broken man and a disappointed country. -nt
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Oct 28, 2025
Oct 28, 2025 at 10:12 AM UTC
The Fat King
And I could not stomach all the food I made myself. All the eatables I placed before me, on the dining table or kitchen island that I digested without remorse. & so, I find myself ready for another meal. But as I look closer at my dinner, I find it has become rotten. But i am starving so I devour my suicide without care of the consequences. -nt
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Oct 28, 2025
Oct 28, 2025 at 10:09 AM UTC
Hunger
The backs of my eyes are constantly crying, they sing a screeching song. The only source of rest is dying, for trying to sleep would take too long. -nt
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Jul 19, 2025
Jul 19, 2025 at 9:29 PM UTC
Insomnia
I cannot possibly sleep, when you are shepherding the sheep I count. When the sun sets because of your will. When the earth itself would rebel for the crease of your lips. Do not expect me to move, when your soul has shocked me to stillness. So like the moon I am stuck in this orbit static and desperate around you. I am frozen, in a constant state of waiting while you dance and giggle at my fate. You poke me then flee from the fire, while I burn and wish I could taste the adrenaline in your breath. -nt
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Jul 19, 2025
Jul 19, 2025 at 9:24 PM UTC
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