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83 · Aug 2023
Your mirror, not mine
morallygray Aug 2023
a man who lives in semantics

who ignores colors and exists monochromatically

wept when he could not solve his problems

he spent so long with the flower under the microscope

that he never got a chance to smell it
77 · Jun 16
Cuneiform Love Letter
morallygray Jun 16
Caught you hiding in the little things
Like the written word
From that you cannot run
The crumbled letter once written so cold
now sits, smoldering at the depth of a trash can
and you lay there, smoke in nostrils and eyes watering
Until the brimstone and ash beckons
And you dig your hand into the refuse and waste
Pulling out the fire to ease the tears and cacophony
Only for it to wither in your hands
And you will lay there again
Eyes clear and white like lily of the valley
With vacant lungs and a yearnful demeanor
Wishing the burn would go away
It's hot today
58 · Jul 5
Sugar Glider
morallygray Jul 5
one time my dog brought me a squirrel he had half killed

and I stood staring at it quiver, half alive, with a baseball bat in my hand

dog barking and my ears shaking

and I couldn't bring myself to do it

I watched it die and laid its body adjacent to our creek

I will not be an angel of death
56 · Jun 28
BMI
morallygray Jun 28
BMI
I want to taste the flavor her words again
Where she spoke sweet and left something sour in word
And it was salt in the wound and acid in the cut
She was my obesity
Now, I am half the man I used to be.
I was bored
56 · Apr 11
For Gabi
morallygray Apr 11
Springtime comes and we are still cold
Where you wave flowers in lieu of my hands
Chrysanthemums are my favorite
In them lie hidden a poison veiled by colors and patterns
But you didn't know
They were dead before my fingers connected
She loves me, she loves me too much i say as pick the dead petals
Before they were all gone and my breath to the wind
The angel on my shoulder is ignoring me and the devil is on vacation
and its just me
all alone with my vices and stonewall demeanor
tall as the shadow of the tree i hide under
and you are so high up
breathing in mountain air and living
As above so below it hurts
miles above me and yet you dont look down on me
Instead you extend a hand down
And i kept getting lower and lower
Until your arm reached its limit
And i peel my skin off trying to find the reason
the chronic ennui and morose feeling juxtaposed with your canyon length smile
To realize I am no more a man the more layers are gone
just getting closer inside to the boy who never healed
You never saw all the times i wanted to cry
to wail and scream and tell you what was killing me
the poison in me for so long
i tried to keep it contained
only for it to spread like wildfire
Why did it take you dying for me to love you?
47 · Oct 23
I don't know
morallygray Oct 23
I don't even know who I write to anymore
do I hope you'll stumble across my work
that you'll tell yourself "just one more line" again and again
And when you reach the end you'll read again
until there's nothing left to find
and you'll sob and tears will distort the screen
you'll wipe them away and forget all about this
Idk
34 · 2h
Bear with me
A dream of horror
You butchered, by my hands
Put into bags next to the bed
I do not know why I did it
I don't even remember your face
But its blank palette lay lifeless in this bag
The guilt of such eating away at me
I awake and the bags remain
Saw you again after so long just to imprison you again
I woke up again
Head in hands and bug-eyed
I tear the room apart looking for these bags
Did I bury you?
Did I hide you from me?
No, you were alive
And the morose feeling of having slaughtered you faded
Maybe I had to **** you
I had to destroy you in the physical, mentally
To have you vanish mentally in the physical
I wish I knew why I still dream of you
And why my mind chose to **** you in such a grotesque way
But you are safe, away from me
34 · Nov 16
Stardust
morallygray Nov 16
What can you write about a woman that hasn't been said yet?

Do you tell her things she's heard in past lives or ones she's yet to hear in future lives

I do not worry about redundancy

Instead I will learn ways that cannot be replicated

Languages that have yet to convey such meaning

I will be the wake: the light, the dawn

the cosmic inclination to summon you

with the hope our stardust collides again

— The End —