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Payton Hayes  Feb 2021
Demons
Payton Hayes Feb 2021
The whites are missing from your eyes, darling, and there's nothing
I can do to bring your body back to life.

And my darling, you know that I love you, but you love your demons
more than you could ever love me.


Found poem from lyrics in "Demons" by Social Repose and "Waking Up" by PVRIS.
I'm not entirely sure this is a poem, but it was written in 2016. I take no credit for the song lyrics, only the combination of them. :)
veritas Aug 2019
the song is the story and your thoughts/what you see is the movement, the action,the space and the author can articulate depth by juxtaposing them both: steady staid one single story line (the song, empty pvris), and the flashes of metaphorical movement to deepen the scene. don't focus on an object in the reality, focus out of it to preserve the realness and yet unrealness of it: simultaneity, the crux of being.

aging universe, before capture, i am in your stills of eternity. to fade in to every inch of stardust and sparkle, edge of the world euphoria is in your veins because one side is her home, and the other a mask of my own. i go on, remade, because creation is never ignored by creators. what mockery would those hands be capable of, had they? they did not.

limits of vision is what you call an event horizon. what you call subjectivity is someone's objective nature. so then, Ginsberg, the circle was not broken, but perpetuated. you are not a poet.
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i got the lyrics wrong. adding pressure into the folds of a voice, replication of beauty. ha. beauty isn't so, it's not the pursuit of replication but the creation of other, subpar, greater, more, never same. never same. why do we find what we need when we scour sound as sand, as sea glass?
you can write some **** good lines at 5 am in the morning, just saying.
kevin 1d
In comparison of reason or statement
Contending to speak
Speak to contend in efforted gasps
In defined scholar without study
Abbreviation of democracy
Where response lemons
Your next day is face valued

The comparative literature quoted little
In chaising life's rebuttal
After leaders of time
Hearing of you
For lengthy hull plows many slaves
And the poor are swept to a still
Feed the feast of your consequence

Impotent port of sand
Hanging weakend dried hearts cups

Shine! This Is Us

Getting obstructed in your airports
Baggaged

The journalists of images
Paint for us the knowingly facades
In hindsight losing poignantcy
The children find no respite from your taste

Bribed out of chivalry

Life breaking into a cameras crying peace

Daddy was a bank robber

I caused you to break into my shelter looking for *** huh?

Lonely Tara?

Tara New York City rebukes the hollared as
Pvris Tara?
Nail Toes in ***!
Pail,lunch, off ,my seat
Napkins, butter, yawn

Again, recital

— The End —