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tinyatuin
tinyatuin
There's this glass cylinder full of water inside my chest it quivers and shakes lately when people talk and try to reach out and touch threatening to break and spill green seaweed and red and goldfish from my eyes down to my feet to tangle around my ankles and disappear into the shower drain till I find new ones
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Jan 19, 2018
Jan 19, 2018 at 2:07 PM UTC
Glass
Like a beast it creeps into my chest at night. And like a beast it tears my fragile bones apart.
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Sep 28, 2017
Sep 28, 2017 at 2:20 PM UTC
Nocturnal love
I am a reservoir of masks Again. The ocean is placid or angry From space, like space.
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Jan 16, 2017
Jan 16, 2017 at 3:29 PM UTC
Untitled
with Red i claim: 1. the land i roam this is mine! this is my home! with Red i claim: 2. the girls i kiss bright red lips on redder cheeks and with crimson nails i rip i rip the flesh, i rip i snip and Red is mine and i am Red. and finally- with red i claim: 3. myself my body, soul i take it back i steal i grab i take it all, for blood is Red and Red is mine and i am Red.
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Jan 16, 2017
Jan 16, 2017 at 3:26 PM UTC
Red
I wear the void like Sunday dress, I wrap myself in nothingness far away from solid ground moons exploding without sound... I spin around my weightless self. Shining stars of every color welcome me like long lost lover, sending stardust to my aid telling me "You shouldn't stay" ...but still in the void I float.
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Nov 9, 2016
Nov 9, 2016 at 10:21 AM UTC
Astronaut
Melodies of frozen harp, Igniting the morning sky, when the Day comes, cold and sharp, played by Wind across the plains, harsh, Incisive, angry, biting like the Northen wolves fighting, desperate with Trembling hunger snarls Echoing, blood on snow Red on white - the winter woe.
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Nov 9, 2016
Nov 9, 2016 at 10:15 AM UTC
Midwinter
Pletu ti věneček v klíně v horách pod modrou oblohou, již křižují mraky líně, a kde lidé na nás nemohou. Pletu ti věneček na prsou na mechu v zeleném lese, prsty mé ženou se za krásou, co pod víčky plaše se třese.
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Aug 26, 2016
Aug 26, 2016 at 9:05 AM UTC
Věneček
Mezi stránky mojí duše vložila jsi živé květy ty teď chrastí, chrastí suše, chrastí suše mezi světy.
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Aug 4, 2016
Aug 4, 2016 at 1:40 PM UTC
Herbář
I když nemám co bych ti řekla A sice rána ještě pobolívají, Přesto ti posílám Odpověď zpět Že teď zrovna Dobíjíš můj svět A i když není co by mělo Jenomže tak to asi u nás bývá, Že to málo pro tebe nestačilo Skrývá v sobě Taky další odpověď Prý teď zrovna Dobíjím tvůj svět
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Aug 4, 2016
Aug 4, 2016 at 1:35 PM UTC
Teď zrovna (Odpovědi)