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Kyrie Hajashi Oct 2021
And the bee's shadow tesselate
the sunflower's skin
2 constellations merged;
two different equations of the universe
exchanging information
about the death of Us.
Kyrie Hajashi Sep 2021
what nature really did was actually
letting go slowly
the skin of our faces

what was once tight and pegged to the skull
the sides burn of glorious pink
the lips touched red

now full of pockets
lessons perched on each soft cleavage
yesterdays: sunspots

Today: A blessing
Tomorrow I hope
my son will come visit
Kyrie Hajashi Sep 2021
never again this peach green tree. the pitch black earth
smiling under our nails. Never again the altercation of wood against flesh clothes kissing green flowers tangle in dye and keratin. the receptor for when a hive is found is now dormant. the hunt is no more. no more will the ants sleep in the bowl of lover's names. the howl of the leaves is silenced. silence will still be here. Oh rest assured my friend, the silence will still be here. Living things always has its way to make sure their birthmark don't die.
Kyrie Hajashi Sep 2021
Never will life be featherlight nor any lost be too heavy
take your oxygen one sip at a time don't rush the blood
to your body let the devil roam the flesh floor of your head
keep an angel fresh on each shoulder keep tomorrow ahead
tidy up your bed you should hold her after that don't be
a lawyer mama said be a law breaker be a jaw breaker always have
in your pocket a five and a deal breaker stash your jokes
under your sleeves a comeback beside your dagger five
feet from a gold digger learn the word ****** and never use it
keep some honesty always use it keep in mind that you're
not alone some stones will call you ugly but that's because
they're ****** some rocks will call you beautiful because you are
just be who you are
Kyrie Hajashi Aug 2021
it not that hard to **** a book
throw and burn one off your nooks
then tell her that she is ugly
her emotions then
will run wild and bluntly
her heart will break
it will sigh
one of disgust
then leave if you must
leave your book to die.
Kyrie Hajashi Aug 2021
Foliage in golden blue
The voyage sea blooms in cherry
And black essences.
The city screams its existence
As the morn creeps on its streets:
Its black essences.
Look at this view, my love
Its ugly yet poetic.
Its me yet you.
Kyrie Hajashi Aug 2021
an egg hatched from a silver bird
at first I thought it was a star
a drop of blood from the universe
but then closer
I saw it was Icarus, offal of sun
a moment later:
a cloth of blue-shadow
few seconds more:
a bulk of flesh and sorrow
tumbling down, returning
to earth.
It was as if I was watching
the birth of man
but then simultaneously
its end.
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