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 Aug 2018 Fayre
Damon Beckemeyer
Long before “inside” was invented
We were animals
Breathe, roar as one

I walk around like an old man Thanks to a bad back and mirrors

I don’t pay attention to ceilings

I don’t know millions of things

But mankind will label time and space to be productive I suppose

If Color brings context
I am blind
And don’t know what pictures are

Geometry and canvas
I can’t believe it’s not paper

Bring the tribes back with you
 Aug 2018 Fayre
Boi
Void
 Aug 2018 Fayre
Boi
Wound around
Cobwebs, dirt, vacuousness

around, around
bound with silence

Arteries pound
never satisfied, never fulfilled

around, around
bound with silence

Born mound
dehazed of color, worn by time

around, around
bound with silence

Grown unsound
Insanity into delirium, insatiable craze

around, around
bound with silence

Death crowned
glorious champion, vigor of hand

around, around
bound with silence

Shade found
peace at heart, rebirth will stand

around, around
bound with silence

Wound around
Hollow, Void, Empty
For all to be Full
For those who give in no return;
For those who give until none is left to give.

Inspired by Hollow Knight and a Maintenance and repair of Level Instruments paper.
There is a bit more context, but it's long. I debated adding it but settled on not to, not to bore anyone. If you're interested, let me know and I'll add it or send it to you.
 Jul 2018 Fayre
Heavy Hearted
sad boy;
what a pathetic
ploy
this is for my attention.
all you contrive
tastelessly
always lacks concession.

every word,
and image you fake
I reject, from my
possession,
for all you are
's worth less than this
effortless expression.

you see, my natural
creativity
surmounts your ****
impression
of the beauty of my work
and my powerful
transgression.
leave me alone
 Jul 2018 Fayre
skyler
acceptance
 Jul 2018 Fayre
skyler
when you accept
you were more in love
with the memories
than the man before you
and you stop
making excuses
for the way he destroyed you
your heart begins to heal

s.s
 Jul 2018 Fayre
alexa
it's terrifying
to pour your heart, your soul
the parts of yourself that
could break you,
into something that is not so much of a thing
but instead a piece of your very
being,
and have it turned down,
rejected,
spit on.
how do you recover
from such a loss?
-a.c.b
am i talking about a breakup or publishing my poetry??
 Jul 2018 Fayre
Boi
Roses want blood,
delicacy, and
grace.

Flowers want life,
Love, and
care.

Doomed are those
who treat their roses
as if flowers
bleeding
until drought

Long live those
who treat their flowers
as if roses
giving
until downpour
know your botany
 Jul 2018 Fayre
Sam
her
 Jul 2018 Fayre
Sam
her
I've been running around
a notebook on my hip
and the sun in my eyes
and your words on my lips

i've been falling asleep
with your smell on my mind
and the faintest memory
of our fingers entwined

but I've been waking up
with a pillow by my side
and you leaving with my dreams
on the outgoing tide
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