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adam olofantur Apr 2020
follow the tide with me to the north
to crawl i'm begging you
salty owls you're poking to
hide with me in our home

now that you've found my hope
now the sound of me is gone
adam olofantur Mar 2020
loving without pinking up
around your neck, feeling
cold blue — am i bleeding?
or is it you — just coming back?

— i am kidding, cause i'm sinking
waiting for the cause to wreck
adam olofantur Apr 2020
i fell into you, you went onto her
now all i have is layers of you — it's the cure
my limbs wanted more and
now your ribs on the floor
revolving my lips turning red
biting your tongue in the store

i live in the past because we don't last
no more
adam olofantur Apr 2020
i got a lust for life
letting all things go
on repeat is beloved sky
i watch the clouds in the sky
deleting in a row
sky - sky ferreira (singer)
adam olofantur Apr 2020
through heavy mud and underneath the hate
be rо́
by ***** reeds and under leaves of fate
me, rо́
beneath your coldest fears, with monsters in my head
keep rо́
in spite of crooked teeth,
wipe away my tears, hold the gate

help me row
inspired by a song rо́rо́rо́ by of monsters and men
the word ‘ró’ in icelandic means calm

calmcalmcalm
adam olofantur Apr 2020
you can't get close
no one will ever love you –
are you happy with your clothes?
he left you without will, now
you cut yourself over again
it's the way of life you chose –

you can't get close
alice tried to survive and yet
it's late to regret - she knows
«let's get out of here»

you can't get close
adam olofantur Apr 2020
i was lying on the bench
waiting for the end of good –
the wind blowing through the bed of leaves falling off the edge
crushing by the st. jude in early fall –
crushing everything but men,
rushing everything i would have stood for anything i would make amends
i was lying on the bench
waiting for the end of good
adam olofantur Mar 2020
violet is the new black
violence is the new love
trying hard to fill the lack
lying down the backyard
dreaming something of
warming up my back
you watch the life above

you heal my scars from crack
adam olofantur Apr 2020
i was lying on my bed
when i felt the good pain
of finger pricked on a rose thorn
coming through the window pink
the smell of flowers filled the room
i sense that since i was born,
seeing they don't mean a thing
does it matter when i'm in fever dream?

fallen blossoms filled the room

though there's nothing brings the pain
i still feel the same
wild roses bloom
wild roses mean "love"

— The End —