lauren-sage - Hello Poetry

Red electric blood I thought of you again I Bit skin off my lip in recoiled Shock the reminder of you like Buzzing of neurons, the missing limb Fresh and shocking, both the Absence and Presence (alpha and omega) That you exist in scope of me, you were here and Now you aren’t you Don’t

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Oct 28, 2022

Oct 28, 2022 at 12:17 PM UTC

scab hydraulics

Red electric blood I thought of you again I Bit skin off my lip in recoiled Shock the reminder of you like Buzzing of neurons, the missing limb Fresh and shocking, both the Absence and Presence (alpha and omega) That you exist in scope of me, you were here and Now you aren’t you Don’t

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And I never told you how I feel Poisoned, like a tired old thing which has Died and been magicked back to life in the same Lumpy, raggedy body Sawdust at the seams, eyes dull from rubbing A velveteen rabbit worn to skin, fit for the fire to Wash away the contagion and stink of sickness I convince myself this is not the case I Convince people around me this is not the case but after the Parties are done and the work is gone and the exams are finished I feel That weariness in my bones that this is who I am A dead thing that pretends to be alive You called me silvertongue once, ‘You could sell beans to a bean farmer,’ Let me do you one better, bud, I’ve been selling beans to myself knowing That they will never grow I spit them around me when I feel the grit in my mouth like Malformed pearls, nuptial gifts to myself The ultimate scam, they build and build around me, they balance on each other Higher and higher they pile, pebbles on rocks until they wall me in and I think This time with fear What if they grow? What happens if they grow? Is this what life is? Am I doing it?

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Dec 9, 2019

Dec 9, 2019 at 12:30 AM UTC

'We have to use a spell to make them balance,'

And I never told you how I feel Poisoned, like a tired old thing which has Died and been magicked back to life in the same Lumpy, raggedy body Sawdust at the seams, eyes dull from rubbing A velveteen rabbit worn to skin, fit for the fire to Wash away the contagion and stink of sickness I convince myself this is not the case I Convince people around me this is not the case but after the Parties are done and the work is gone and the exams are finished I feel That weariness in my bones that this is who I am A dead thing that pretends to be alive You called me silvertongue once, ‘You could sell beans to a bean farmer,’ Let me do you one better, bud, I’ve been selling beans to myself knowing That they will never grow I spit them around me when I feel the grit in my mouth like Malformed pearls, nuptial gifts to myself The ultimate scam, they build and build around me, they balance on each other Higher and higher they pile, pebbles on rocks until they wall me in and I think This time with fear What if they grow? What happens if they grow? Is this what life is? Am I doing it?

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HEY you have to BREATHE in- stealing that oxygen and aether your ribcage is a fox trap, in it lies that pesky hemoglobin that begs and cries for sustenance, nurture those peripheral tissues focus on the undulation of the diaphragm, the sticky heartbeat the reddening cheeks that scream that blossoms and bursts in your throat but don't let it out the night is fragile. air crystalline. those icicles are counting on you so forget it get over it just stuff it down deep down and breathe, OK quietly a warm wind thru an empty canyon a billowing sail a knife

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Feb 22, 2018

Feb 22, 2018 at 10:44 PM UTC

quartz and RBC

HEY you have to BREATHE in- stealing that oxygen and aether your ribcage is a fox trap, in it lies that pesky hemoglobin that begs and cries for sustenance, nurture those peripheral tissues focus on the undulation of the diaphragm, the sticky heartbeat the reddening cheeks that scream that blossoms and bursts in your throat but don't let it out the night is fragile. air crystalline. those icicles are counting on you so forget it get over it just stuff it down deep down and breathe, OK quietly a warm wind thru an empty canyon a billowing sail a knife

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MIDNIGHT revelations, or- Not much so midnight as 5am, (The darkest before the dawn, they say) but I say MIDNIGHT because it is softer on the ears, but less fuzzy in the head it reeks of time still to spare, of cheeks tucked onto pillows of a morning denouement, a chance to feel resigned and better even if it is with puffy eyes and salted lashes but, the truth, there will be no stolen hours of sleep I am awake, that makes these MIDNIGHT revelations that steal into my mind, set my heart racing, dry my mouth much more sinister, yes, and twice as telling as true as true can be as hard as that blueing sky, the same color as the snow, dizzying, dazzling, those minutes of potential resolution ticking away (but you must know) that these thoughts are the resolution you have thought a thing, it is real, this is your ****** stolen in that slip of daydream between the dawn and the night where the country lies sleeping but for those who are too troubled to rest, they have bigger fish to fry this is your night, your day, your comfortable bed to make your MIDNIGHT, these thoughts, like ice water over a shivering set of shoulders

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Dec 27, 2017

Dec 27, 2017 at 7:38 AM UTC

night day

MIDNIGHT revelations, or- Not much so midnight as 5am, (The darkest before the dawn, they say) but I say MIDNIGHT because it is softer on the ears, but less fuzzy in the head it reeks of time still to spare, of cheeks tucked onto pillows of a morning denouement, a chance to feel resigned and better even if it is with puffy eyes and salted lashes but, the truth, there will be no stolen hours of sleep I am awake, that makes these MIDNIGHT revelations that steal into my mind, set my heart racing, dry my mouth much more sinister, yes, and twice as telling as true as true can be as hard as that blueing sky, the same color as the snow, dizzying, dazzling, those minutes of potential resolution ticking away (but you must know) that these thoughts are the resolution you have thought a thing, it is real, this is your ****** stolen in that slip of daydream between the dawn and the night where the country lies sleeping but for those who are too troubled to rest, they have bigger fish to fry this is your night, your day, your comfortable bed to make your MIDNIGHT, these thoughts, like ice water over a shivering set of shoulders

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blaring sunlight louder than cars stereos excess dusty sidewalks grit dirt in my sandals migraine knotted incisors empty aching cheek muscles slowly that pull of un-infinity biding my time biding my luck the end of a rope hint of a smile, snuck

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Aug 20, 2016

Aug 20, 2016 at 3:24 PM UTC

Overflow

blaring sunlight louder than cars stereos excess dusty sidewalks grit dirt in my sandals migraine knotted incisors empty aching cheek muscles slowly that pull of un-infinity biding my time biding my luck the end of a rope hint of a smile, snuck

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Crashed to an end, but you did not expect any less and Nor did I, the Slice of a new scent between warming air the Flick of a wrist behind a straight back the Toss of heavy-lidded irises to illicit territories I stepped out the door and bounced down the steps A blind man passed me the wind whipped my face into a flush Autumn rain in May Icy droplets, The pavement was barely wet

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May 15, 2016

May 15, 2016 at 2:46 AM UTC

Begin Again

Crashed to an end, but you did not expect any less and Nor did I, the Slice of a new scent between warming air the Flick of a wrist behind a straight back the Toss of heavy-lidded irises to illicit territories I stepped out the door and bounced down the steps A blind man passed me the wind whipped my face into a flush Autumn rain in May Icy droplets, The pavement was barely wet

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something heretical in our sera a peeking thing, half mischievous and i, trying to see if you are my mirror if you recognize the streak in me as your own something familiar smelling like the sweat beneath your arms the glossy glint off your scleras the trail of forest on your body heretical something wild in the the skin that slips beneath my hands like a many-worn silk of some old god like a selkie would feel about the centuries old earth and the neverchanging of days, darkbrightdarkbrightdark something freeing about the sting of winter air in my nostrils something ripped away from my long exiles in the city something replenished in the true empty fullness of a silent tundra a dirt-covered snowbank a grey iceflow on the water something dissident and infidel about your soul and mine together something potent in our marrow something wild and freeing and dying

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Dec 14, 2015

Dec 14, 2015 at 1:02 AM UTC

dissident, to viridity

something heretical in our sera a peeking thing, half mischievous and i, trying to see if you are my mirror if you recognize the streak in me as your own something familiar smelling like the sweat beneath your arms the glossy glint off your scleras the trail of forest on your body heretical something wild in the the skin that slips beneath my hands like a many-worn silk of some old god like a selkie would feel about the centuries old earth and the neverchanging of days, darkbrightdarkbrightdark something freeing about the sting of winter air in my nostrils something ripped away from my long exiles in the city something replenished in the true empty fullness of a silent tundra a dirt-covered snowbank a grey iceflow on the water something dissident and infidel about your soul and mine together something potent in our marrow something wild and freeing and dying

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I'm climbing out of this Pit goodbye build me a rope out of Good intentions watch me climb and inch and struggle I will not noose it, I am Worth more I am going to do this I am going to Win, I swear It is in my nature I Can't drown my Body won't let me "Go with the flow" Thank you

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Oct 26, 2015

Oct 26, 2015 at 8:29 PM UTC

Resolve/ Grit

I'm climbing out of this Pit goodbye build me a rope out of Good intentions watch me climb and inch and struggle I will not noose it, I am Worth more I am going to do this I am going to Win, I swear It is in my nature I Can't drown my Body won't let me "Go with the flow" Thank you

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There was an older woman today at work, She smelled like blood. Heavy & metallic & pungent, Mixed with sweat It made me sick And it went everywhere, The entire place smelled of death & there was a bruise wrapped around her arm like a badge, purple, yellow, brown, pink faded & sick-looking Her smell with the miso, lingering, deafening I'm making a doctor's appointment today for my lymph nodes (again) & I'm scared I'm scared I'm smelling my death on her

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Jul 27, 2015

Jul 27, 2015 at 2:10 PM UTC

Blood & Miso (Untitled v 7)

There was an older woman today at work, She smelled like blood. Heavy & metallic & pungent, Mixed with sweat It made me sick And it went everywhere, The entire place smelled of death & there was a bruise wrapped around her arm like a badge, purple, yellow, brown, pink faded & sick-looking Her smell with the miso, lingering, deafening I'm making a doctor's appointment today for my lymph nodes (again) & I'm scared I'm scared I'm smelling my death on her

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The clippers on my wrist The crevasses in my skin Only few flooded blood (I was careful, I made sure) The burning of peroxide is No substitute for your kind words (Saved for them, I, Jealousy)

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Jun 29, 2015

Jun 29, 2015 at 2:59 AM UTC

Peroxide Bible

The clippers on my wrist The crevasses in my skin Only few flooded blood (I was careful, I made sure) The burning of peroxide is No substitute for your kind words (Saved for them, I, Jealousy)

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