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24 Old soul, young shoulders. / -Atoms for Peace, "Before Your Very Eyes"
Broken scuttled thing I am not Extension becoming of you fervor toy Begotten of you for you Because me and you Unscupper’d cavern my mind Blanks before you Untimely departures demand becoming Wings burn slowly with the night My wintergreen hands uncupp’d Beholden to the penance. -2020-
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Jan 17, 2020
Jan 17, 2020 at 1:24 AM UTC
Things in Bleak Places
**** you and Your sentimentality With your binding looks And eyes like pistols I could Tear out my fingers And still you’d coolly Wash over me Like the salty tides. -2019
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May 10, 2019
May 10, 2019 at 12:43 PM UTC
Pistols and Tides
Silhouette of the reaper Shadow of my fear Branding me with Thoughts of my own demise Our fragile moth wings Incinerate when we touch the light. -2019
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May 5, 2019
May 5, 2019 at 11:03 AM UTC
Moths
Slip like a Fish through my grasp And I will Tear out my hair Strand by paper thin Lock Until I am left eating Raw magnetic tape And finding new awe In the constellations Beneath the firepit I will Button my jacket While tasting the cool, bitter Smoke of memories Whanging out of my head As I do my best to Keep from tearing a hole in my cabin And fleeing out into the Bitter crisp night. Know that It is not for myself That I commiserate. You and I, We were lost at sea too long past Before the ashen cement had dried. The prolonged lingering of the heart You’ve already forgotten. -2019
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May 5, 2019
May 5, 2019 at 12:00 AM UTC
Fish
Fold thyself upon the mattress The cards upon the table The hand it grasps Six fingered And encased in glass I smoke Memories of five years past Numbness of the heart Tainting the very ego Breathing the bones Bequeathing a new wonderment Animate the dead, Go and Reach into the trove and Ransack the physique Ruination and A tear in the psyche I am gone. -2019
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May 4, 2019
May 4, 2019 at 11:08 PM UTC
Psyche
Buried 6 feet below in the loamy soil Repressed in the grave Coffin, confine Sink into the dark pitch black Resurface as memory The night calls The knife murmurs Earthen tang Blade strike Leave the recollection And envisage only briefly Tracing the scars along thy face A roadmap of thoughts A construct of humanity Life Love Death forevermore. -2019
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May 4, 2019
May 4, 2019 at 11:05 PM UTC
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