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fish-sama Nov 2024
I once learnt of a girl who held stars in her hands
Her neck scarred and left with purple indents
She found him working at a, candy caravan
With his—“Icy glare and chiding gnarled grin”
He drew her in, slipping a few more confections
in her paper bag, his love an infection.
Their hands intertwined and “She’s always mine”
Their foreheads met in a forest of lies
She smiled as his fingertips felt her soft satin throat
He pulled back and lips brushed her ear
A swift blow she heard as death
  drew
near…
Her heart peppermint, pungent dead wafers
Down by the river, forgot she’s a liver:
Candy stars scattered in the sky.
fish-sama Nov 2024
Dear God,
Thank you for this peace.
I am worn, torn in the
eye of the storm,
as the winds reform
a gentle breeze
and I am released
Thank you.
fish-sama Nov 2024
You left me with compressed agony
Dense emptiness
But through singularity I become infinite.
From Oxford Languages:
singularity (noun):
a point at which a function takes an infinite value, especially in space-time when matter is infinitely dense, as at the center of a black hole.
fish-sama Nov 2024
Serenity.
Graceful
Laughter,
A ringing
Bell.
The wind
gently Rustles your hair, it lives
hugs   flows as your fingers   open
life     Caress a primrose as     to
with       Soft as the swing of     lo
sm    Your hips as you dance.   ve
all     The pink flush of your     te
wi         Cheeks, the caring       ars
sh         Lilt of your chime.        and
e              A vessel pouring         cr
s.           Out your    fragile         y.
Heart           for all
weak           ness
does           not
hi                de.
Fe              el.
                   ­                                                       My beautiful gentleman,
                                             Be alive
Taking “gentlemen” literally is so pretty.
fish-sama Nov 2024
to be loved today.
It slowly kills me
to try and repay
this debt for eternity.
fish-sama Nov 2024
Hating                                      happiness is              disgusting.
                         Seeing                           these  
yellow flowers                      bloom  
vibrantly                                     Sick  
breathing in           undeserved air as  
laughs                   slap our lungs dry.    
I know      
Every time I smile    
I do    
the world  
injustice.
I wish                                                                            to
cauterize my lips
shut
black with soot.
I do not deserve this.
Happiness
sometimes I talk to people and laugh a lot, and a few moments later I'm in the bathroom feeling like vomiting.
fish-sama Nov 2024
imperfect
she's witty
womanly
i love
milady
your calloused fingers, a heart you're
patient    chivalrous, gallant, bold,    alluring
leading        ****** soldier stands     ambitions
critical        honest and cold       amazing
thinking   her dreams     always
smart,   dauntless,  aiming
my dearest with  
shotguns as arms.
Responsible     shoulders
my lady           my honey
charming             handsome
black                           -eyed
black                              -faced
        bea                               uty          
you                           are,  
our                           war
rior,                        rugged
indest                       ructable
gunslinger                   please call her

                                                                                                         milady.
the strongest people I've met are women.
should I make a poem for men?
I don't think any gender is superior
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