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eve891822
25/F
a christmas pine is rotting out back sun scorched and beached like a mighty whale brittle needles threading into the dirt beneath a rusty orange corpse waiting for nothing, and bleeding back into the clay from whence it came a christmas pine is rotting out back its edges - jagged, branches feeble delicate limbs, hanging on by Gaia’s thread a spider’s web scrawled across its belly - nature’s tapestry of metamorphosis a christmas pine is rotting out back to some, it betokens a melancholic departure a fauna-painted portrait of unfinished business of tragic endings and solemn farewells of dying in the rearview to some, it whispers that this life is fleeting a christmas pine is rotting out back but to the eyes that know mine, a different song takes shape- a melody of memories firsts, not lasts weathered, not withered a christmas pine is rotting out back but from my window, there is no death in fact, no ending in sight not grief, nor sorrow, not suffering or despair only the magic of closeness; of starting anew a joyful hearth and a family of two a christmas pine is rotting out back and with it sits the warm moments the sacred ones that live on past the winter and taste sweet to the earth because rot is real and righteous yes, rot is reincarnate a christmas pine is rotting out back, but this life is evergreen.
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Apr 30
Apr 30, 2026 at 12:00 AM UTC
natures nod
The color of souls, undivided How long have your lips known mine? Known the tempo of my ego? The cadence of my conscience? You are half sky, half river Wide open and winding Mischief around the bend And sapphire as far as the eye can see It’s you who painted the heavens, my love! Can’t you see? My heart lives in your fleeting blue Your civil twilight Forever
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Apr 25
Apr 25, 2026 at 11:24 AM UTC
civil twilight
fingertips to dusk her current drags me under moonlit tragedy
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Apr 24
Apr 24, 2026 at 5:11 PM UTC
haiku **
the room was ink and cheap leather and there’s no room for god in collars or letters but have your bones been mended? and has the bleeding stopped? because their hands are still red their wounds like honey sticky infinite crystallized so, my love it’s time you learn to sew! stitch up your broken! sever the wicked! make your mosaic! and i’ll tattoo it on my sleeve i’ll bottle it up and swallow it and when it sinks into the ocean of my body i’ll think of them and hope that some day under some sky they can taste it too
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Jan 16
Jan 16, 2026 at 5:30 PM UTC
Under Some Sky (fragment)
January rain The bitter taste of shedding Winter in the grey
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Jan 14
Jan 14, 2026 at 12:03 AM UTC
haiku xix
How I relish in the divinity of your gaze Of your wandering spirit Your gentle noise The courageous in your quiet The softening of your edges And how lucky am I That abundance flows to me in kisses And warm springs under ribs Waiting to erupt And spill onto linen sheets Like something ancient and sacred How steady is this flame we’ve fed Dancing in a sapphic rhythm Our kitchen Foxtrot Our primal spark Embers of the ages And oh, how tender is the sky Always guiding Stars aligning A canvas in the dark A language only we can speak Leading me to you The moon of my heart My infinite horizon
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Jan 7
Jan 7, 2026 at 11:22 PM UTC
How Tender Is the Sky
Something secret A chamber untouched within me Caution tape across the entry And bound by principle and promise What truths live beyond the threshold? And what shame lies beneath?
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Oct 24, 2025
Oct 24, 2025 at 4:45 PM UTC
Ghost
Burgundy on moss October comes in poems You’ll write me, won’t you?
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Oct 19, 2025
Oct 19, 2025 at 11:34 PM UTC
haiku xviii
Wind chimes in the East- The mountain air is sighing. Autumn in the hills
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Oct 19, 2025
Oct 19, 2025 at 11:30 PM UTC
haiku xvii
Yes, there must have been some devilish prophecy Spoken on the day that you ascended from the embers The day the stars were misaligned Off kilter and yearning to return to virtue Because threaded into the fabric of you was a venomous wound And it bleeds and it bleeds it and bleeds And you thrash and curse and wail into the nothingness And we both know that even the nothingness pities you now
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Aug 30, 2025
Aug 30, 2025 at 4:37 AM UTC
The Blackest of Obsidian (fragment)