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 Aug 2015 Peanut
irsorai
I live constantly between reality and Illusion.
I don’t know where ends or begins the other.
What’s reality? Isn't illusion part of reality?
Or is reality part of illusion? But what’s illusion after all?

Between thin lines,
I see the shore of those broken ideas.
Along the springs of my heart,
I see flows against tides.

Where do I belong?
What do I seek?
It is me or does everything seem blurry?
I am a capital energy of this passivity place.

I am real. Am I?
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 Aug 2015 Peanut
Diane
I was unprepared for your lack of self-awareness
and the way you approach life like a
kid running the wrong way with the ball.
Sometimes I feel like your mother
sending you to your room so you can tantrum.
Other times I feel like your daughter
when you lay out my shoes as if I can’t get them myself.
Talking to you is throwing rocks at a land mine;
There is a difference between creativity and indecision.
There is a difference between sensitivity and overreacting.
You have to find who you are, and stop lifting so many lids.
Your anxious energy is clinging to my calm like a parasite
Eventually, you need to find a calm of your own
take your spinning outside inward, where things are still.
I want to help you
and I want to escape,
because rarely do I feel like your lover
partly because I don’t want to anymore.
I don’t want your touch, I don’t want your kiss
your hands are vexatious, please just let me sleep!
I don’t want to gag and choke on your tongue.
Just rest for a while,
so I can figure out how to do this.
 Aug 2015 Peanut
Danae Rae
Freedom
 Aug 2015 Peanut
Danae Rae
I wish people weren't afraid of:
Skin
Weight
Sexuality
Height
Labels
Themselves

How great would it be if we could just be completely free.
 Aug 2015 Peanut
DaRk IcE
Tumbling in ultraviolet sequences rushing loosely in a nested loop
                                   D
                                     O
                                        W
                                           N
Promiscuous tunnels penetrating radiant innocence
              Bottomless and hollow consuming each piece, boldly tainting private ownership
Powerless against brut strength, surrendering reluctantly to blind demand
               Delirious and incompetent your heart stolen
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