jenn-gardnerWhisper

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a fragment of thoughtthe drops on the window whisper to me in raspy tunes. reminding me not of anything that i have heard before while containing remnants of every piece ever composed. their distinctly indistinct melodies transcend the barrier of my skull, planting their seeds in my brain. they come in waves, rays and radio signals, each scrambling to become what my soul has assumed them to be. i am more engrained in these sounds, which rarely waver, than that which is warm and moving. 6:31 and it’s red and black. is this all the light the ether has to offer? mechanical digital clocks and plastic glass window panes compose the fabric of the world that has been created within the solar system of my darkness. fragments of time and space or space and time? only the solid wood desk chair knows which came first. it’s dying to be that paper on the wall, flat, flimsy and unthinking. who knows the horrors that its aura can create as it screams to be released, emancipated from its stark white jail. how terribly terrifying it must be, to never be quite convinced of their iridescent ideas of existence.
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Oct 20, 2011
A Trick of The LightEven after all this time, / I still pray to you like some sort of God. / Half expecting to hear your answer in my head
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Dec 3, 2021
Beyond the Blue...No / desperation. / Beyond the blue
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May 5, 2011
calling the clusters by their right nameas you trod upon your floral dream-world / pierots on pillows gaze. / watching you with
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Sep 11, 2011
CavernsThe earth is hollow. / Banished mortals scream from below. / Our space feet crush the phony sounds.
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May 31, 2011
Chorus of the Rainbow ChildrenThe Children of the rainbow sing, / In tongues audible only to those, / That have stumbled out of step.
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May 5, 2011
CommunionWill you please pin my shaking hands to the quivering universe and let me engage in communion? Because lately I have been feeling like a lonely colour in a soundless scape of unending sensation. Too weak to cling tightly enough for any whisper of permanence to latch itself to my soul before it gets caught in the door shutting on their technicolour fatalism. Let me tie my noose to the stars before they fall from the heavens in energetic heaps of light. I will tumble to the dirt alongside the hot white waste expelled from a realm where the gods will weep at the hedonistic horror disguised as modern drops of reality. Let me come to rest in the core, lie motionless among the charred remains of all that we once thought holy.
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Oct 14, 2012
Consumptions1. / Moon multiplied in panes of haunted glass / Renewed in rains long overdue of pink, peach and white.
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Oct 14, 2012
creatorthe grey man in the stars / tells me my greatest flaw is that / i am both a creator and a destroyer.
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Aug 3, 2011
Death of the Sun*When she runs out of hydrogen to burn, she evolves off of the main sequence, climbs the sub-giant branch, and becomes a red giant. Her helium core will continue contracting and eventually, ignite.* / Of humble beginnings: birthed in light. / The surface of the sun expands, cools down, turns red. Death of a low mass star. Above the wooden clouds. Whittled to form a sketch of a sky, screaming to be perceived.
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Mar 14, 2012
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