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glassea Jun 2015
my ribs must be made of diamond.
how else could they keep my heart from getting to you?
glassea Jun 2015
did you know that
at any given moment
you are being pressed down
by lead-heavy air?

and you thought
your body was weak.

and you thought
you were ephemeral.

and you thought
that you could not be atlas.
apparently all the air weighs close to a small car. it's so cool. i love science.
  Jun 2015 glassea
Philosophical
people are like waves; they come and go.
sometimes, they bring a lot of beautiful things with them as they drown you into their own sea.
but usually, they steal your soul and leave you empty.
Imagine what a wave does.
glassea Jun 2015
life's like a ferris wheel
the apex is breathtaking
but when you slow, stop
you don't go back up
who's ****? me!!!!
glassea Jun 2015
i see you in hypnotic leaves,
moving with the Sistine breeze,
unseen currents holding us
to the ideals we left behind.

i see you in colorless sky,
twisting among stars left to die,
waiting for supernovas
to swallow our minds.

i see you in hearts beating red,
in thoughts i had better left unsaid,
in faces i left in the name of love,
in sentiments i cannot unwind -

i see you in a sharp-edged dream...
there's a reason i don't normally write this kind of thing
glassea Jun 2015
your love is my epidermis.
it's the largest ***** in my body,
covering me head to toe,
hair follicles dotted
amongst smooth skin.

you're my intestines, baby,
because stretched out
you're longer than you appear.

when you whisper to me
it's like my liver -
your words galvanize,
purifying my existence.

and we come together like
the chambers of the heart,
like the phosphorus bonds in my
deoxyribonucleic acid,
like dead skin cells
making my hair longer.

we come together like my teeth
when i chew pepperoni pizza.
people always go celestial so i was gonna write a serious poem about love on the molecular level. turns out that i can't write anything but crack. #noregrets #sorrynotsorry
glassea Jun 2015
please don't be like us -
petty, weak, selfish,
hypocritical and warlike and
far too vengeful to prevail.

see, we are insubstantial
in our ignorance.

see, we would rather
scorch the love from our bodies
than feel its unique agony.

o foolish mortals!
we are gods, not idols.

do not make yourselves
in our image.
it seems we never got this letter
dedicated to the victims of racism and bigotry
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