emptygold - Hello Poetry

reinventing to become invincible. all my back-home warmth is freezing over-- freckle sun-girl turned ice queen. i have run dry of all love, all patience, all sweetness. i am cold-snap. immortal winter. untouchable; my heart only beats for me now.

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Mar 10, 2017

Mar 10, 2017 at 9:27 AM UTC

ice cold

reinventing to become invincible. all my back-home warmth is freezing over-- freckle sun-girl turned ice queen. i have run dry of all love, all patience, all sweetness. i am cold-snap. immortal winter. untouchable; my heart only beats for me now.

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you think your bones are ripe and fresh as summer fruit and you know it will hurt when you pluck yourself from the vine it should not be that way you offer yourself to the night, **** and full-bellied and black as ink your body bends as an altar to any star that hungers for something as earthly as you.

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Jun 26, 2016

Jun 26, 2016 at 10:35 PM UTC

grapefruit

you think your bones are ripe and fresh as summer fruit and you know it will hurt when you pluck yourself from the vine it should not be that way you offer yourself to the night, **** and full-bellied and black as ink your body bends as an altar to any star that hungers for something as earthly as you.

6

i wrap my dreams around my head to keep me warm, i forget that it is the dead of summer. the new stars float and burn inches from my red scalp. the old stars let their empty celestial bodies fall to the Earth, like the skin of cicadas that litters the southern dirt when october rears its head. it feels as if it is forever dusk, but the heat of the sun persists. i am encased in my atmosphere always, like a straightjacket. i do not take the chance of letting any part of me fall away again. i let the black stars edge into my periphery. i feel safe in permanent slumber. all of my body is intact.

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Jun 22, 2016

Jun 22, 2016 at 3:00 PM UTC

desert

i wrap my dreams around my head to keep me warm, i forget that it is the dead of summer. the new stars float and burn inches from my red scalp. the old stars let their empty celestial bodies fall to the Earth, like the skin of cicadas that litters the southern dirt when october rears its head. it feels as if it is forever dusk, but the heat of the sun persists. i am encased in my atmosphere always, like a straightjacket. i do not take the chance of letting any part of me fall away again. i let the black stars edge into my periphery. i feel safe in permanent slumber. all of my body is intact.

1

your imperfections are not testaments to your lack of existence they are proclamations of your absolute reality

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Jun 21, 2016

Jun 21, 2016 at 9:05 PM UTC

whole

your imperfections are not testaments to your lack of existence they are proclamations of your absolute reality

5

girls like me are big city scrape and unapologetic in dreams girls like me are delve deeper and ****** back in speak girls like me are laughing louder and showing teeth when we please.

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Jun 19, 2016

Jun 19, 2016 at 5:25 PM UTC

girlslikeme

girls like me are big city scrape and unapologetic in dreams girls like me are delve deeper and ****** back in speak girls like me are laughing louder and showing teeth when we please.

12

you say girls and acid drips off your tongue girls like me are such a waste of energy and we should maybe calm down.

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Jun 19, 2016

Jun 19, 2016 at 5:19 PM UTC

girlslikeyou