raine - Hello Poetry

in no time at all I've hit another wall solitude as self-harm punishing the memory of warmth inside places where never long I could stay hollowed faith misled fate can neither stay who is she who can't molt and emerge new who can manage to mold a new pelt impenetrable to doubt? who can keep it out?

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Dec 19, 2020

Dec 19, 2020 at 4:04 AM UTC

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in no time at all I've hit another wall solitude as self-harm punishing the memory of warmth inside places where never long I could stay hollowed faith misled fate can neither stay who is she who can't molt and emerge new who can manage to mold a new pelt impenetrable to doubt? who can keep it out?

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some strange misery: how you bare your aching body and give divine consent and give honey like sun dust like i have tasted to another

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Mar 6, 2015

Mar 6, 2015 at 10:18 AM UTC

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some strange misery: how you bare your aching body and give divine consent and give honey like sun dust like i have tasted to another

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when sun sleeps we weave delusions plait silk into rivers and whisper in white drips for a few moons there is thick silence then, a jewel.

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Oct 27, 2014

Oct 27, 2014 at 9:25 AM UTC

cocoon dwelling

when sun sleeps we weave delusions plait silk into rivers and whisper in white drips for a few moons there is thick silence then, a jewel.

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it seeps like sap down the spine this tar, or fear, or hate of mine beads opaque and thick and full of sin i pick and peel but they get in i still dream but blue, it blurs to black deep seascape of a tormented hand, i bind, am bound, to the things i pretend i understand circle of a girl eyeing squares of man light is the letting go hoping you pull, forgetting you won't each time i forget, i melt and i drip, a bad trip. but when i think of teeth discerning meat from bone alone, i float back with loose palms, a calm.

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Oct 27, 2014

Oct 27, 2014 at 9:09 AM UTC

anxiety attacks in a windowless warehouse

it seeps like sap down the spine this tar, or fear, or hate of mine beads opaque and thick and full of sin i pick and peel but they get in i still dream but blue, it blurs to black deep seascape of a tormented hand, i bind, am bound, to the things i pretend i understand circle of a girl eyeing squares of man light is the letting go hoping you pull, forgetting you won't each time i forget, i melt and i drip, a bad trip. but when i think of teeth discerning meat from bone alone, i float back with loose palms, a calm.

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delicate rituals of analytical loathing: i unravel myself. pick away shattered shimmer from cheek wipe black magic with soiled cloth rip undeservedly piece by piece torture inconsistency over inches or miles of skin. reconstructed with artificial spice, i am a new girl, i am new features, i am the new model. my eyes open under saltwater and so i sink or soak in seas of otherness but i am fresh, like forming flesh if flesh were sequined and stitched. roll, bite, pick up habits, dirt, memory, fight just to affix and roam on i must be a big O, a filthy lost prince, a katamari girl, never pleasin' no one.

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Aug 5, 2014

Aug 5, 2014 at 10:43 PM UTC

katamari

delicate rituals of analytical loathing: i unravel myself. pick away shattered shimmer from cheek wipe black magic with soiled cloth rip undeservedly piece by piece torture inconsistency over inches or miles of skin. reconstructed with artificial spice, i am a new girl, i am new features, i am the new model. my eyes open under saltwater and so i sink or soak in seas of otherness but i am fresh, like forming flesh if flesh were sequined and stitched. roll, bite, pick up habits, dirt, memory, fight just to affix and roam on i must be a big O, a filthy lost prince, a katamari girl, never pleasin' no one.

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