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Laura Labno Jun 5
They
come

look for new forms

(which hold us back anyway)

but an essence needs a form
              like a note
another note

like a pencil needs
our fingers
                             to make it caress
the paper

Our eyes like to
fill in with acids

while

Spaces fill in with
melancholic whispers

and songs

                       (Our ears like to swallow bitter
tones)

I think at times there is
a choice

but sometimes we just choose to
wear blacks

Cause we want to look
most appropriately

for the ****** feasts

that await.
Laura Labno May 24
They laugh
     Kissing words
Of opposition

Cheating on their thoughts
With kind expressions on
Their faces

But the lakes of their eyes
Are not clear but

misty

So they dont look up
So they dont look

Up
Laura Labno May 22
IT feels like
Is like is like

333 swans swimming in a lake
Of sand and fossils

It
Is like is like

Thursday without
Outraged breaths In
A bath of buring water

Feels like feels like

Words teared off the
Throat
Never outspoken phrases


Between the airness and
of the day
And the darkeness of the soul

IT is like
Feels like feels like

Moon when night is not full
And stars dont want to fall
Into the throat of my eyes

Wishes unspoken
In the cries of the bright
Nights

Where sleep turns out To be
much like
Judas--------------------
Just

Trading my mind
For way less than

30 pieces of silver
Laura Labno May 20
She

       Entered the room
Not knowing
       Merely sensing this

       Particular
Vibration of the air
       Which tended to

Predict.

A few feather light
Seconds later she
      Noticed him

Standing up
Just about to
Leave the room

[An Unavoidable

          Momentary Confrontation

Was approaching.]


Their visual fields
       Swallowed each other
In a manner which

Seemed slow but
Probably wasnt.

[The Consumption was colored with uncertainty and spontaneous decision making]

Eventually

      She chose to look and so he did
[This one and only time
Together]

And so she smiled.

Gently.

          A heart softening
suprisement and
               Disbelief

Shifted through his face ----

And

An an equally gentle
[But Not well rehearsed---
A little clumsy ]

Smile

Was given back.


And then blood turned into
Fire

Hurting to the most ecstatic state
.

Long it takes to put it down. Long it takes.

But
Eventually...
            
             And then no more

Smiles.

No more smiles.
Remember.
Laura Labno May 17
We tend to look for new forms
But what if the essance
Changes

Moist started
To cover
The walls of This House

[Dorian would tell you
How it feels Like].

      Sun is too modest to look
At
      The humidity and darkeness

Of this place

I dont advise you to enter ----
The golden door are
Not real

      [Dorian would tell you the same thing
I'm sure he would tell you the same].
Laura Labno May 14
Cause it's like living----
Looking at
        Unreadable pages

which you still attempt
to read
         In

A state of constant
Confusion

(Occasionally meeting a sudden
Enlightenment---- usually misleading
Or meaningless after all.)


Its Mostly Not Knowing
And from time to time
          choking with --- 'why?'

You go and you don't know
And yet you carry on
          Cause

After all it gives you
This inappropriate

              Kind of pleasure

That only deeply
unpleasant things

              Can give.
Laura Labno May 13
My

Eyes drink
Lazily

the

Dense stew

Of beloved blacks on
White white

Screens.

These are drops of
Diverse tastes

Black black portions
Of hundred's cognitions

Imprinted pieces
Of their minds

My eyes drink
Laizly.

White white screens
Are a new hope

For

The Naive
In search of

Immortality.

But

'Monuments more lasting than
bronze'
Start overfilling

           The Aether

(That's how much we
Want to live)
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