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jo_raye
29/F/Portland
antediluvian days then you flooded me with rage The garden close But guarded by a sword You carved out canyons In less that 40 days And left the raven With nowhere to land Why didn’t you just burry my bones instead of giving me hope On this shit-filled boat Only to leave me emerging To an entirely new universe Alone
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Feb 11, 2024
Feb 11, 2024 at 2:52 AM UTC
Flood
And it turns out Everyone’s heart is stuck in a cage
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Feb 1, 2024
Feb 1, 2024 at 1:29 PM UTC
Cage
Polite pollution architect of fantasy. No foundation but dug deep Poured in Soak and steep flee. B.P. Pay me your reparations, So I can get myself clean. The oil clings In iridescent rings On everything. And I just want my music, And my couch, And my favorite things Without the sting.
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Jan 9, 2024
Jan 9, 2024 at 2:49 AM UTC
Clean
And there is no now. No there is no then. It is all out of reach, out of touch, out of when.
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May 24, 2022
May 24, 2022 at 1:19 AM UTC
When
I’m accustomed to giving all of me And leaving none for myself. When I offer you this last slice, Know it is an offer I hope you politely refuse And suggest we share.
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May 23, 2022
May 23, 2022 at 4:07 AM UTC
Pieces
Missing you is like a house With Christmas lights Strung about In March.
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Mar 22, 2022
Mar 22, 2022 at 2:22 AM UTC
Seasons Greeting
I want my toes to be naked and unashamed— Covered in sand, and grass, and salt water. Feral, like my soul. Basking in the sun, splayed— The rays my fodder.
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Mar 8, 2022
Mar 8, 2022 at 4:02 PM UTC
Feral
The focus and stamina it requires To wrangle my thoughts To corral them into the pen I am the matador of my mind. Or maybe the rodeo clown.
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Mar 8, 2022
Mar 8, 2022 at 3:56 PM UTC
Matador
Getting out of bed is my marathon Shall I put a sticker on my car? 26.2 steps. My body is the weight of iron. Combined with brushing My hair and teeth I am a triathlete.
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Mar 8, 2022
Mar 8, 2022 at 3:55 PM UTC
Triathlete
Atlas to your expectations Icarus to Grace Flown too close, yet fell on your face. Crack it open. Fear proceeds, The seed to the lies That keep you from me. Eye contact with the mirror, Turned to stone. Frozen by the longing to be wanted and known
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Feb 25, 2022
Feb 25, 2022 at 11:42 PM UTC
Myth