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sunanda-pati
To write is to breathe is to love is to walk is to fly is to talk is to grieve is to die is to write.
let not the looking glass lie in your face. straight up now face down for the world around it tells stories of a time you have seen and have not chinks of glass spring forth like men of armour they are there rapt in shadows even when you turn to light to find them only to be met by a dream moon that dares to show you the way but also delude you when you are looking away for when the waves come on to jungle feet the mangrove rests to say there are colours you will find to hide your face. and so long my love this story too shall pass.
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Aug 4, 2014
Aug 4, 2014 at 3:52 AM UTC
looking glass
and then i stepped to the side afterwards to the front as the monitor shone lights streaking in omissions of fingers and juxtapositions imagining lilies in the hands of someone who's gone leaving twenty years in a wave that has swept well-kept lawns and into the night i made peace with the owl that yawns together we laughed knowing we are still prisoners of that single step frozen in flight and done.
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Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 5:13 AM UTC
a matter of ago
my need for words is like brown candy bars from days where delight grew in trees and joy travelled in toy cars when pieces of my heart were still intact moving in rhythms looking for friends to join a pact of bliss written on walls and roaming the high streets to find good food stalls that are now history like candy bars from the past and cars one could trust to stay put lined up and boxed like a heart that knows not where to start putting together the zillion pieces the random shards of people who failed the pact and walked the earth in search of birds for wings they could not have in search of words they could possibly sing
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Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 8:23 AM UTC
the search
you talk like lions roar and shrug like there's nothing in the earth below your heavy lisp rings through the room even as aproned women scrape their brooms you talk of recovery you talk of gain you talk like you have never been pained you talk of casinos the tring of money you talk of wealth like it were milk and honey you talk the talk and then talk the walk we make through the woods you talk again this time of stolen goods we cross the river you talk we feel the night shiver you talk we dream of sleep you talk we avoid counting sheep you talk you talk until we see the sun come up it is a crisp morning ready to fill the cup i wait to hear from a world i don't live in but i am met with a silence that is most enlivening and that is when i see you for the first time for what you are your eyes grey much dull hiding the ancient sadness of giving up
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Jul 3, 2014
Jul 3, 2014 at 7:20 AM UTC
and then...
Hush hush hush The only words you taught Me under a dim moon Once upon a time When love was gold And we were thieves Our legs carrying us Further into the sea Hush hush My hair caught those Only words of sweet shame Not knowing The incense would burn Into ashen story And we would be left hushing The desire to Hush Under a brilliant night sky
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Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 11:52 AM UTC
that thing called...
I will not tell you when my hands come down In a strike of sword killing the earth You will not know when lightning strikes my sky Or crumbles the clods around my hearth I will not talk of beaches we could have walked on At this time of dreamless sleep and dearth You will not ask me if the soil screamed out blood And if my axe wrenched out all its mirth We will assume silence like it were the only truth Measuring our steps towards supposed worth Then as the sun frowns upon another wasted day We will look away as strangers would have preferred Peering into the desert praying for another birth
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Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 8:00 AM UTC
Strangers
A story from my past about a doll who had bones... For her snaky body crackled with calcium The weight of flesh ***** and ragged in pauses Llithe light heavy her arms skinny and stout Ready to enmesh anyone that came her way Once it was Blue Beard and then some Santa Clauses Of rustling coats sitting well on alien atoms Polestars of the dark moulded to suit her thunder Until it was turn for human ******* that her fears danced In mad forms not unlike hers no doubt She saw them heard them wished them out She sought eyes for beads to end the trance For there was comfort in plastic and forever it could last
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Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 3:20 AM UTC
Bones
I see you A man wrought with tears of glass Walking fraught with judgments fast And a heart that secretly overflows I see you A woman scorned by ditsy destiny Wrangling towards her own entity And a heart that cries in the shadows I see you A child troubled by pleasured flights Of fantasies, parental pain, unsteady sighs And a heart that reigns in blows I see you All of you Like I see me in the dark of doubt Hours going on a jaunt with clouds Streaming through Like flocks of crows I will see you All of you In pictures daintily kept Swimming in boxes of crazy unkempt Until thoughts take off With this mind windswept
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Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 1:46 AM UTC
Eyes
You came to call me A jumble of feathers Crashed into my sleep Like a dream too terrible You didn't say your name But why would you Your silhouette moved And I picked up the axe Whispers from another mother There is only a bowl to fill Only too much blood on my hands
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Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 10:47 PM UTC
Mistakes
splayed legs on the edge of the bed beaten and waxed like some cake to be eaten tied hands fighting loose strands of black blown into my face by some cosmic faraway fan sliced stomach dripping of chaste promises once made on the altar ones that overstayed chopped head dancing in its place ruining every grace that this body has on offer all of me in so much glee simply looking at the lie box with letters from ghosts love notes from bots heavy with my reddest thoughts why stare like you have owls for eyes blinking at wood holding the kind of despair your being cries from years in the crust why stop with the chiming clock guilty as you are shoot those haloed words and call me a liar it's your chance to dare
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Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 10:07 AM UTC
the lie box