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r-k-hodge
r-k-hodge
English As people we have a responsibility to care for one another and this innate tendency is often diminished by the contemporary entanglements of the maddening crowd.
Come back to the stars my love My chest is iced over I can see your faded edges You are seated and still Sometimes the lines darken A body part pierces the screen An entire hand coming into view Then it is snatched away Retracting through space More silent than ever before Even the cells in your body are quieter A supple fingertip presses into the greyed It is like testing the firmness of steak The gristle wrapped around my bones is injured It is not yet repaired
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Nov 13, 2019
Nov 13, 2019 at 6:05 PM UTC
Steak
Violet fire crinkling the golden skinned surface Lip gloss slumbered upon your open mouth Pinked and pinned Pinned and pink Lace softened into the edges Bridging skinny emotions Plasticised eyelashes shape organic eyes Breathless ripples evacuate
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Aug 28, 2017
Aug 28, 2017 at 1:45 PM UTC
Lip Glossed
Violent and truculent you found it chaotic and frantic There were shed emotions Emotions that are now stitched into the earth They melted into it under the hottest setting sun Sticky and wet are your clammy hands The clothing attaches to your back with water The pressure is now released from your eyelids Your delicate eyelashes levitate without effort There is a sincere beauty amongst your collection of tissues and bones Bring me to the sea I yearned So I could connect your beauty with the beauty of the whole world I want to see you lie in the shallow water on top of the bed of sand I want to see the pieces of sand smeared across your fingertips underneath the deep blue light The deep blue light is the colour of sheer delight It is the colour that I perceive to be happiness. It is the colour of unmatched infinity. My smile is the taste of yellow lemon rind.
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Sep 5, 2016
Sep 5, 2016 at 7:06 PM UTC
Unmatched
A glowing ember I once was Now all I feel as if I all I do is sit upon the colour blue, wetted by dissipating champagne fizz whilst being kept afloat by curved cold glass The bottom of the bath is scaled with confusion and differently shaped stresses An unquenchable vanity lies within The clumps of gold leaf I dust my cereal with has blocked up my veins When I think about kissing you my brain floods with the taste of the reddest, sweetest cherries, only within this act the most vivid aspect of my mind is lit up as if it were a neon light display Only within the flow of this electric current I am gloriously and contently happy
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Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 5:10 PM UTC
reddest sweetest cherries
Salute me I say Solution me I say
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Feb 21, 2016
Feb 21, 2016 at 8:06 PM UTC
Salute
Your voice was compelling those words were beautiful you are kind kind as a damp kittens paw print pressing into your chest, uncomfortable and welcomed.
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Feb 21, 2016
Feb 21, 2016 at 8:02 PM UTC
Teacher
Being under that pier is gorgeous It is excellent I haven't been there enough recently The sweeping water stays and remains on the shiny surface for seconds and hours and days I want to come back to it I need it My stomach yearns for the embracing prettiness It yearns for the sea gull marked sand
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Feb 21, 2016
Feb 21, 2016 at 7:58 PM UTC
Under the pier
Who was that arrangement of bones and ligaments you once held What was that clump of hair you used to touch in your precious mapped hands Those elegant or false words that were told, were they deserved The chipped nail varnish upon each digit is more sincere, each truthful shattered fragment portrays brittle yearning like the fluttery fragments of pollen grasped within a drying flower In each trigonometric microscopic distance there is light, darkness and colour There is so much more than the laughter and saliva spilt upon the foggy expanse of past that once was.
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Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 6:57 PM UTC
Elegant Words
People are carefully ripping the vouchers out of newspapers Folding them in half The people neatly place the vouchers in to their coat pockets or purses, in their jean pockets or bags
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Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 12:54 PM UTC
Vouchers
Drag your teeth from my heart I uttered. Stemming the flow of gold you were Please stop forcing such a clot I will give you all the empty spaces They are for you Simply leave alone the flesh of the heart, it cannot be a dog's toy again.
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Jan 3, 2016
Jan 3, 2016 at 7:14 PM UTC
Clot the heart