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  Nov 2018 Boi
elle jaxsun
emerald linen edged with jade
a book titled with my name

and it’s heavy.

i flip through the pages
but they’re blank.

or maybe they’re written
in a way i cannot see

or maybe it was never written at all.

or maybe it’s a reflection,
an empty book, an empty me.

& maybe I’ll write it someday.
I had the pleasure of working with Boi again! This time I shared my poem and he gave me some awesome ideas for adding more concrete images into the poem. If you'd like to check out Boi's awesome work, you can find it here: https://hellopoetry.com/swoopingevil/

Thank you, Boi!

Original (11/19):

a book with my name on it.
i flip through the pages.

but they're blank

or maybe i just can't read them
or maybe it was never written
and maybe i'll write it one day.
Boi Nov 2018
Angels have wings.

We do too.
We have the wings we need.
We have the wings that have us fly and soar to wherever we please.

Be it soft feather or smooth membrane or a lash across the back.
It's here to keep you warm, need be.
Lift you up, need be.

Death has wings, too.
Starting a collection of picture and music inspired poems, they'll be marked by title.

The picture for this one is a young man standing in mist with a bunch of light made arrows protruding out the back of his jacket. He's in no pain whatsoever.


I would link them photos but they're usually sent to me so I don't have an address. I'll work on that though.
Boi Nov 2018
Sentient
Primate
Alive

Is that the soul or the nerves inside?

Is the brain a soul? or is it hearts
that drives?

Are the lungs the source,
each breath our revive?

Is it but piston and shaft,
within us that survive?

I'll have two liters gear oil.
Synthetic, please. Yes, Premium.
I found a picture of two human figures, a male inside a female. The sketch is open from the abdomen down to the thigh, showing what's inside:
The male crankshaft and piston machinery ***** is inside the female chamber connected to her backbone, made of metal. The chamber has an outlet opening into the stomach.
  Nov 2018 Boi
Aryan Sam
Hi
Years ago
We stayed up till
3 am talking,
And today
I don’t even know
How to say hi,
Boi Nov 2018
I lay and you atop of me
in comfort; safe.
Still I miss you every time
you die a little and breathe out.
I think that’s how far someone could get attached to another
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