olivia-rose-la-bianca - Hello Poetry

I have given myself for free warm and unblanching like heartbeats or sunlight far too long and found myself dirt poor so… I am practicing being mysterious cool and uncrackable like alabaster or diamonds or anything else precious no one can touch without paying

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Jun 24, 2015

Jun 24, 2015 at 1:54 AM UTC

olivia-rose-la-bianca

precious

I have given myself for free warm and unblanching like heartbeats or sunlight far too long and found myself dirt poor so… I am practicing being mysterious cool and uncrackable like alabaster or diamonds or anything else precious no one can touch without paying

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Give me a god who is Love not like pink cutout butterflies on the sad cinder block walls of a Sunday school daycare but like how you can’t sleep at 2 a.m. remembering the first time you tasted your girlfriend or how you run inside during a thunderstorm because you don’t want to get struck by lightning or when your foot can no longer touch the bottom of the ocean and you panic because it’s all Just Too Big don’t offer me your supermarket god picked out to match your buttercup kitchen curtains give me a god who dances naked and scandalously in the rain

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Jun 23, 2015

Jun 23, 2015 at 12:19 AM UTC

olivia-rose-la-bianca

my scandalous religion

Give me a god who is Love not like pink cutout butterflies on the sad cinder block walls of a Sunday school daycare but like how you can’t sleep at 2 a.m. remembering the first time you tasted your girlfriend or how you run inside during a thunderstorm because you don’t want to get struck by lightning or when your foot can no longer touch the bottom of the ocean and you panic because it’s all Just Too Big don’t offer me your supermarket god picked out to match your buttercup kitchen curtains give me a god who dances naked and scandalously in the rain

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I knew true love once In a past life As something else I felt another beating heart Recognized a scent A voice In some primeval darkness A million years ago And was safe Now I am here and alone Something separated us Something as meaningless As not coming back to the tree that night A hungry, bigger animal A hunter and a knife A rushing river and a last drowning scream And a thought of me The memory of abandonment Must have followed me here To this world of technology Ringing phones and blinking messages I am afraid of being left Alone in the dark At the top of some windy tree Clinging to a branch With desperate fingers Waiting ...

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Jan 11, 2015

Jan 11, 2015 at 3:19 AM UTC

olivia-rose-la-bianca

in a past life

I knew true love once In a past life As something else I felt another beating heart Recognized a scent A voice In some primeval darkness A million years ago And was safe Now I am here and alone Something separated us Something as meaningless As not coming back to the tree that night A hungry, bigger animal A hunter and a knife A rushing river and a last drowning scream And a thought of me The memory of abandonment Must have followed me here To this world of technology Ringing phones and blinking messages I am afraid of being left Alone in the dark At the top of some windy tree Clinging to a branch With desperate fingers Waiting ...

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