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#deadweight
this is my introduction to something i never wanted to make up something that needs makeup to hide all the rust it built up in the winds of an apocalyptic sky see, there i go again, with the same jargon, the same death-comes-for-all i’m so sick of my own talk i’m so thirsty for new words that don’t sound like mine for words that don’t find ****** rhymes for voices that don’t herald the end of days because my eyes don’t see what’s really real they’re seeing only what is metaphorical what is above is not a stalagtite sky and what is between my toes isn’t the smell of rot and my flesh is not actually decaying the way i feel my soul has been see, i started out trying not to be me to conjure something that changes me but this identity comes down like a deadweight tied around my straining neck screaming in my ears, words words in my head, it’s all too much it’s all too real get out
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Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 10:26 PM UTC
ruin
I saw the clouds In the moonlit night, Dark and flimsy Moonlight shining through. They looked so sad, Engulfed in the dark sky. Taking form Of the whispering monsters: My slumbering nightmares, Quitely growling in my mind. They were mourning The death of daylight, As the moon roared bright; Soaring through the sky To meet my eyes. My vision raged through the sky, All the way home, seeking rest; Yet the clouds, forgotten, Stayed unmoving Still, high up in the sky; Like their dead kin In hushed smoking rooms, Stuck and stranded; Held prisoner To the silent endless black. In sad, starving human minds...
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Oct 29, 2017
Oct 29, 2017 at 6:43 PM UTC
Dead Weight
don't be afraid to drop me because i will break. if it's better for you to do it do it. if your arms grow too tired to hold up a palette and your ears come clean off, and mine because my words seem so insincere if i've become a deadweight. pretty please drop me with cherries on top and sunshine sugar sweats dripping into flowerpots. when the yellow paint wrestles with the surface of your tongue. don't be afraid to drop me.
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Aug 12, 2017
Aug 12, 2017 at 4:51 AM UTC
ears come clean off
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Any time of day, when mind wanders, it's like the water...splashes...escapes, and flows down the precipice... it spreads, surrounds, and creeps ...in and out of us......water sustains ...but....it can also drown us... we come across big or small rivers, ...feel their depth....our feet, as feelers, ...narrow......running...calm......serene, in cool colors of silver, blue or emerald green they don't roar...they just make ripples on the surface, when a breeze blows, ....dancing our blues away, on tiptoes then, there are colder streams, darker....where anguish, despair and brokenness...comfortably dwell ...testing us....giving us choices... some opt to float on the water, thinking, none else matters~~~~~~ then, surrender to the rushing current, ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ .....when they could sway, or play they could waltz with the water... the wise ones dance...fight, with some art, they do freestyle.....breast....or back, or the wavy butterfly stroke, til they find a most welcome shallow part... .........:::::::::::::::::::........... for those fed up...and trapped ...at some point, they give up surrendering to the force of the current they abandon their body and soul, with nothing left behind, ...........just an absolute ...D..e..a..d......W..e..i..g..h..t... ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Sally Copyright July 25, 2017 Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
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Jul 25, 2017
Jul 25, 2017 at 7:11 AM UTC
Streams~ ~ ~
I watch as the heat on the window from where your hand has been 5 seconds previous to now fades. Your finger prints linger there, begging for someone to notice them. I see your blackened silhouette submerge into the forest as you walk away, I know now, I'll never see you again. My body will be a deadweight on velveteen, A carcass full of memories of you, Pure and true. If you hadn't have left, I wouldn't be found dead, But the time has come to leave and I cannot wait any longer. Prepare for the news, it will hit you hard, I'll make you go mad, the way you did me, Insanity insanity, What a beautiful thing it is to be insane.
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Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 11:56 AM UTC
Deadweight on velveteen