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rubynemo
rubynemo
24/F/cleveland, ohio
breath looms in an airless space the possible trace of us i spin in whirling cycles, trying not to let my thoughts overtake me / wishing the sadness could last a little longer / trying to sleep. it has been so long since i have experienced debilitating pain even when his whispers linger in threatening taunts even when i forget my own name let this happiness be eternal like an elixir of life, fueling like i always used to feel where did the misery come from? romantic projections. idealizing self-harm. keeping balloons here with me, on the ground, instead of letting them float away. i am not who i always was. i stagger and side-step on tops of beams of certainties. keep things too close to me. document every feeling. hold on to the pain. nurture the sadness i am getting quite bored now, goodbye
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Dec 4, 2024
Dec 4, 2024 at 7:04 PM UTC
Untitled
secret refrigerator passageways leading, through narrow crawls, into over-sized bedrooms for children.. with fluffy walls. to think of an artful life never reaching its full potential. in my youth, I reminisced about the life I led years prior. now, I reminisce about my youth. days pass. mind blurs. thresholds disappear and my hometown now feels like a distant dream.
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Nov 11, 2024
Nov 11, 2024 at 5:40 PM UTC
Nostalgia Bombs 1000
in this water, nothing flows. around these parts, the shallow winds carry traces of me. i don't want to stay behind. it's too cold back here, by myself. i don't want to wait up. it's late and i am growing more tired by the passing minute. behind these walls, boxes of memories i have hidden from you. maybe i hid them from myself. either way, let's not look. like a cup of coffee, still too hot to take a sip, like a familiar song playing in an unfamiliar place, like when they make an unexpected concession for you just because they knew you'd be pleasantly surprised. full. it feels... well, you know.
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Sep 11, 2024
Sep 11, 2024 at 6:48 PM UTC
all my little life
i will come back here for you even if the sea disappears i'll find you there in the dream-scape he once said in chair swivel dizzies that this world was made for me and that i wear it well star-glittered floor glitter-glimmers in setting cement maintaining illusions weighing the full commitment current-whirling eyes refrain. continue diffracting. sleep in soft beds. study. rescind. you have really gone and done it, now. is this not what you wanted? am i not who you molded me into? there i am, in the reflection of your bed frame. there you are, sitting on your bed. here we are, studying each other. rescinding into our separate... rash follies. our derangements match on a similar-but-different level. cheers, together, we ruined lives care if i take a seat? i try so HARD to break from the HABITS THAT RUIN ME! where do they go when i expel them? into the air, to float up to space? do the aliens bite the insides of their cheeks, too? or into the sea, so the critters & corals can get high, like I used to? maybe they will crawl into the ears of my neighbors, so Tab can have "The Rug" stuck in her head all day, too. well, well, well. here we are, in this space, together. on the one hand, but oh... oh, on the other hand. sign out. do me a favor, reversing your trail. who am i to judge? who am I to wonder. fast asleep, you are, my love. oh, how i wish i was sleeping next to you. cradled in your bear's embrace. i'll be here waiting when you fall down.
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Aug 30, 2024
Aug 30, 2024 at 8:51 PM UTC
it's like a large, detached carpet
right where I am supposed to be aligned. in communication with the non-physical connected from the heart I am POUNDING ALOUD. SCREAMING OUT. I'm overcome, and made still. I'm filled, and overflowed.
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Jan 18, 2024
Jan 18, 2024 at 11:28 AM UTC
entry
reflections of street lamps on the water the tangled seaweed below this wooden dock I am comfortable with the distance... but under the surface, I am lightly holding out for you
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Jan 18, 2024
Jan 18, 2024 at 11:24 AM UTC
horizontal, spaced, swimming letters
Keeping careful distance, I uphold the illusion of safety Sleeping Monster Capable of Destruction Prone to Obsession Let us close this window of opportunity Even so, there is no hope for my own distractions I've mastered the Indulgence of You Each button pressed Each obsessive dive You immerse. You crack. You crumble. I can't always expect people to be as delusional as I am Normal Mask Explaining would seem redundant But let's discover your more vapid, swanky, decaying quirks I'll use them to write stories about you
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Jun 22, 2023
Jun 22, 2023 at 3:20 PM UTC
Vapid but not Aimless
I like how you evaporate into the atmosphere Hard lines become soft My head falls back      and I laugh Reminds me of grade school, Falling asleep in class And when my eyes fall on you, I like how the yellow glow snakes around the outline of your body Like a trail of fairy dust      or neon toxic waste
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May 16, 2023
May 16, 2023 at 6:28 PM UTC
Oil Painting
as I dug deep into the frozen ground, I found a little memory that we buried back when we were in love as I stare at your face, I can't help but question it it seems too impractical, even to ask but have you always looked that way, or do my eyes deceive me? have those eyes, so vibrant and bright, always held such looks, like you are a blink and a half away from insanity... tell me if I'm crazy, but those dark spots on your skin, have you always had them? or did they suddenly appear the moment you rose from the grave? a romantic conspiracy, blinded by the passionate longing I'm sorry I never noticed the smaller parts of you and my sincerest apologies for harping on and on... simply, even the newest parts of you are buried in my memories.
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Oct 12, 2022
Oct 12, 2022 at 2:01 PM UTC
I miss y-...
fell apart too early for my little heart lost in you, I let go of the dream to understand myself or maybe I was simply misguided either way, the black sun will shine on the green grass will still keep on growing and music stopped sounding good to me so I resorted to spoken words is that me? I don't think that's me. but was THAT me? here's a consolation, dear friend I am everything, just as I used to be and I will always be everything, forever and nothing I've done can take away from the Self nothing that has been done to me can dampen the truest nature. rest easy, don't scream and keep on growing, still
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Jan 26, 2022
Jan 26, 2022 at 5:41 PM UTC
self prayer