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  Nov 2014 eleanør
ryn
Give me a minute
To read the stars
Lamenting in their stories
Their laboured twinkling far and sparse

Give me this moment
To stumble and swoon
My branches reaching for
The faraway moon

Give me a while
To be one with the universe
Hear the colliding planets
As they spill their mournful verse

Give me some time
To plot my rightful place
Within my uncharted galaxy
And collapsing space...
i am as constant as an open door,
twice broken down,
no lock to shelter the life i've raised

i am a harbour of selfish psyches,
who write lyrics on my walls
and sleep in tiled stalls,
drunk,
on the promise of an eternal home.

i am a church of unbelievers,
idly bowing their heads
to no statue in particular,
the low hum of an absent mind,
dried up of answers.

*i leave them blind.
  Oct 2014 eleanør
Patrice Diaz
i'm done with love
i'm done with feelings
i'm done with words
that never had meaning

i'm done with hatred
i'm done with feelings
i'm done with flames
that never seem to burn out

i'm done with sadness
i'm done with feelings
i'm done with tears
that never fade away

i'm done with a lot of things
i'm done with people;
how they bring others down
how they let things linger

but there is one thing i haven't given up on:
*happiness
eleanør Oct 2014
Define Sexuality,
You like Boys
You like girls
You like both
There is no black
There is no white
Only the in-between

Every last one of us
is defined by
What makes us hot

when will we realize
that we are not
a definition
that we are not
sexuality
that we are
people
***·u·al·i·ty
ˌsekSHəˈwalədē/
noun
capacity for ****** feelings.
ones ****** orientation
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