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Astra Zenneth Sep 2017
I feel ******
You know,
after what you did to me
I don't blame you
but it still really stings
I'm such an idiot
should have seen it happening
God I still think of it
I hate myself so ******* much
man how'd I end up in this ****
"If you really love someone it doesn't die or fade, it festers"
sage advice, but you ******* break my heart, throw it in the fires
it's rising, gonna freak, push it down till it lowers
and now I'll obsess pretending you'll change your mind
even though I know that's untrue.
Astra Zenneth Sep 2017
It all seems beautiful in theory
but in reality it will never work
Perfect, if only possible
.
Time is teasing along with lush earth so pleasing,
The minutes of our youth are spent in toiled days
And sands are blowing the weld of our sold means,
Foundations of dust, the cries unheard, of the aged.

And then, as dream, you came from the starry skies
Blue and small as the ocean dot, forever fixed—
Reigning over the frozen, revolving moon that lies,
Dimly wakes in your fabled orbit, my fated ellipse.

Now, time tables and splits, renders me to eaves
Undone, my squandered youth was but a sad play
And I am clocked with wind, the geld of my dreams,
Had shiftless hands been more solid than my days.
  Aug 2017 Astra Zenneth
Jurtin Albine
fields of vineyards stretch
in adequately spaced rows—
their ripe fruits dangle
I opened my eyes
And looked up at the rain,
And it dripped in my head
And flowed into my brain,
And all that I hear as I lie in my bed
Is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head.

I step very softly,
I walk very slow,
I can't do a handstand--
I might overflow,
So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said--
I'm just not the same since there's rain in my head.
Astra Zenneth Aug 2017
There you lay, bare on this cold surface
Life has drained from every limb
Your mind is open and bare, just like you
Thoughts are spilling out of the hole in your head
Some already in a separate container
What a shame to be in this position
To be cut open and looked inside with no choice
What a shame to die so young
Bleh
Astra Zenneth Aug 2017
Like the darkness, let me caress you softly
Like this water, let me hold you gently
In the light of this windowless room you stand
Irresistible, weak, and bare
Mind open to all of the imagination
If only to come closer and step inside
If only to oil the gears and see what makes you tick
It doesn't have to make sense to me for it to make sense to a reader. Strange how that works.
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