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#elation
Let's quiet in the breaking, open something in us new An elation lifts us up ferries us out of ourselves adieu You raise us to an up beyond the usual of our ground Upward to the motion the soul that carries us around A restless beauty inside you rises overflows your lips Almost w/o permission, a weight shifts, loosens grips The line in you unbidden memories warm in wounds Carries a cross in you, covers you slow in the grooms, And I think of you in words as you feel them all away Find me in the morrow let the deep in you lift & sway You've held the sorrow long enough, soft in a sunrise, Buoyant in the water, kiss the surface, breathe, realize Our good morning comes gently, let nature in you fill Like a touch that wishes barely the cup in us you spill
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Apr 20
Apr 20, 2026 at 8:28 AM UTC
Quiet in the Breaking
okay, so i’m sitting in this room, right? what i see as january is showing up as last september, blurred, with chromatic aberration making candy coloured doubles of everything (so slightly out of sync) but also, in just one stripe of magenta motion, it’s it’s some time outside time that was actually a few years ago now in one of the creamiest, heaviest, slowest moments that i know of spring summer fall or winter where you held me or i held you so that we couldn’t fit any closer together and we sang hymns of deep, slow, long breaths back and forth in safe & sleepy silence. oh… every time this one replays, some secret (tender) spot in my rib cage aches in perfect vacuum. why do the scenes change with such rapidity? from even farther back, now barreling in from stage-right: the coarse itchy imprint of cheap motel carpet on my bare knees & tops of feet. that moment when my lovesick was fooled by your deathwish. ******* it. i watch myself being swallowed by a giant blue whale of regret. then in a sparkling montage (soft focus, pink highlights), a carousel of slides starts ticking by: all the lust. the smell of hot dust and happy circuits. snapshot after snapshot of insane, flaming, resonating lust. expanding outwards in rainbow colours, like hunger but hundreds times better. i could not escape it anywhere, and still cannot find any suitable refuge. as sweet honey lures the fly, your flesh did mine. like bubblegum. like cotton candy. like cherry pie. oh, the way the syrup flowed between our… -click- i watch the dim darkness for the flash of the face of the smudgy raccoon; my breath catching in my chest as i recognize that look of a frantic scavenger. perpetually startled by this scarcity & the aching persistent lack of you forever, which brings with it a high pitched ringing doubt! … what if i never love like that again?
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Jan 8
Jan 8, 2026 at 2:01 AM UTC
watching myself thinking about you
okay, so i’m sitting in this room, right? what i see as january is showing up as last september, blurred, with chromatic aberration making candy coloured doubles of everything (so slightly out of sync) but also, in just one stripe of magenta motion, it’s it’s some time outside time that was actually a few years ago now in one of the creamiest, heaviest, slowest moments that i know of spring summer fall or winter where you held me or i held you so that we couldn’t fit any closer together and we sang hymns of deep, slow, long breaths back and forth in safe & sleepy silence. oh… every time this one replays, some secret (tender) spot in my rib cage aches in perfect vacuum. why do the scenes change with such rapidity? from even farther back, now barreling in from stage-right: the coarse itchy imprint of cheap motel carpet on my bare knees & tops of feet. that moment when my lovesick was fooled by your deathwish. ******* it. i watch myself being swallowed by a giant blue whale of regret. then in a sparkling montage (soft focus, pink highlights), a carousel of slides starts ticking by: all the lust. the smell of hot dust and happy circuits. snapshot after snapshot of insane, flaming, resonating lust. expanding outwards in rainbow colours, like hunger but hundreds times better. i could not escape it anywhere, and still cannot find any suitable refuge. as sweet honey lures the fly, your flesh did mine. like bubblegum. like cotton candy. like cherry pie. oh, the way the syrup flowed between our… -click- i watch the dim darkness for the flash of the face of the smudgy raccoon; my breath catching in my chest as i recognize that look of a frantic scavenger. perpetually startled by this scarcity & the aching persistent lack of you forever, which brings with it a high pitched ringing doubt! … what if i never love like that again?
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The sky spills ___liquid gold___ across the fields, and every blade of grass hums a bright song, ripples of honey laughter swim through the air, as the trees burst into wild, kaleidoscopic blooms. Clouds skip like stones across a sapphire lake, the wind flutes silver melodies through the valley, and the mountains wear crowns of glittering flame, grinning, howling, singing at the top of their lungs. The rivers are ribbons of melted stars, the earth quivers with candy-colored sparks, and hearts_—oh, hearts!—_ they pop like fireworks in a velvet sky, sending ripples of giggling stardust everywhere. Every breath tastes of spun sugar and sunlight, every blink unwraps a prism of newborn wonder, and my soul_—my soul!—_ is a thousand kites soaring, shrieking, bursting, carried far beyond the hills of happiness.
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Apr 27, 2025
Apr 27, 2025 at 1:17 AM UTC
Sunburst Symphony
I drink when I awaken; I drink until I sleep. I drink for what I should forget, And drink for what I'll keep. I drink for all that I Have lost; I drink for what I've Found. I drink when all my Friends are here, And when they aren't Around. On every morn', I have a drink, To rouse me from My bed, And every night I drink to sleep When I lay down My head. I drink when life Comes over me; And when I wish For death. I drink because The 'sober' me Deserves to not Draw breath. I drink when I feel Happy; And drink when I'm Depressed. And drink to calm my Racing thoughts; Allow my mind A breath. I've drank for over Twenty years; They haven't been The best... I'll drink for long as I am here, And drink until my death.
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Feb 12, 2025
Feb 12, 2025 at 11:51 PM UTC
"I Drink", or "For love of a Bottle"
At the eve of another summer I found myself in a Paradox Longing to painfully suffer due to a beloved lost vox. The greatest pain for the greatest joy, quite the paradoxical alloy. For a voice to be pandora's box, fate of the shattered heart boy. The promised call, refused in past, For no heart could possibly endure, is steadily approaching, at long last, to ellicit a heart-rending overture. An opera of pouring pain. Even the sad tears cry in pain, but everything cries in vain, for her heart was washed by rain, and will never be mine again. The ambrosia out of reach. Its scent alone is enough, to relive blissfull memories and dreams of a future... a bluff. A world where you're next to me, but i'm forbidden to hug, kiss or tell you i love you more than life, is not my world, but Tartarus itself In my world it had a simple name: forgivable human confusion, led by pressures, human, all the same, inconsequential to our passion, once ours, now mine. Our worlds shan't collide in any future fate. Your friendship i must decline, to be reborn and not desintegrate. The green hills of my heart, the blue ocean of my eyes, the starry sky of my mind, the nature masterpiece of my soul... Is gone. All that remains is a heavy chest, containing Schrondinger's heart, with a decaying undead hope, to both reunite and forever stay apart.
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Aug 21, 2024
Aug 21, 2024 at 3:19 PM UTC
Paradox caused by the promise of a birthday-call a day before 30 summers
I feel so much              it’s just like good movies hard hurt  romance and rescue                         rage  and ostracization it's them  it is witty they     the horn spittled gitty devils!            they've pitted faults in my structure                                                         to feel through my dermis            tup-tapped and stabbed at                     quaking ***** little jokes   at my impractical existence i am made spongiform                     vulnerable pupation     frogspawn                                           mangy food at mercy  ... ...and my pratty employment... ...but it's okay now enamel               i'm desensitized to it all                          distant to the proceedings the quirky murky readings                    then again   sudden barks get through jarring feedings                                     and i am rushed with expense ... ... for a while mused chemistry my worth feels    peopled and oxygenated my work cradles balanced appeal                   creation is warm          with budgings of whim simple commerce   with the ghosts of physical laws                                      and a birling alchemy
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Mar 14, 2024
Mar 14, 2024 at 7:59 PM UTC
——— m e r c u r y ———————
I feel so much              it’s just like good movies hard hurt  romance and rescue                         rage  and ostracization it's them  it is witty they     the horn spittled gitty devils!            they've pitted faults in my structure                                                         to feel through my dermis            tup-tapped and stabbed at                     quaking ***** little jokes   at my impractical existence i am made spongiform                     vulnerable pupation     frogspawn                                           mangy food at mercy  ... ...and my pratty employment... ...but it's okay now enamel               i'm desensitized to it all                          distant to the proceedings the quirky murky readings                    then again   sudden barks get through jarring feedings                                     and i am rushed with expense ... ... for a while mused chemistry my worth feels    peopled and oxygenated my work cradles balanced appeal                   creation is warm          with budgings of whim simple commerce   with the ghosts of physical laws                                      and a birling alchemy
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Angel's heed Master the vice, we sow in a due language? Set to rights, and kept in eaves Wasn't a friend to liberate, the eyes of an entourage? Western courage's The taste of tones of voice, a ply's tongue? Able to remain in light, the irony which lingers... Have is a calmer today, now in demand, among Commands and irregularity's stones In the hands of futures with a need, anon Since, to wealth in named loans... Of passions redoubt, the deed of love, is coming... Open airs of motive and suggestion Made for a like and wisdom of values, we took To unrest for a need to be, a morality in lessons...? That began here in our hands, and ended with a look... Of subtlety and a rosy forecast The modesty of requiem, the taste of harmony Is a relationship with ideology, which in your hap Is a caught sense of poise, that assumes youth is won't... The call of the home, directions of duty, done Avid to legends meteoric advance on poignancy, evoked The truth in long rays of sunshine and the voice of what was A day for sincerity to sit in the sight, of what was, our hope...
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Jul 4, 2022
Jul 4, 2022 at 3:23 PM UTC
A Party Tomorrow, A Song Today (For Yesterdays Hero)
# *Breathtaking beauties, they all are.. Ha.. but They'll cut your fuckin'  heart out if you ever turn to face them Yet even with this  slice-n' diced brokendown, blood-pump I can still.. so very much, swear that every single one of those gorgeous little sunsabitches,*      ***were sent, directly  to me     by the very hand of God*** #
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Dec 15, 2021
Dec 15, 2021 at 8:28 PM UTC
witches
We never stopped dealing with this procrastination, but what is this fleeting elation? The clock is moving in such motion, one would think that it's your imagination; Was it all an exaggeration?
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Oct 1, 2021
Oct 1, 2021 at 1:55 AM UTC
buntong hininga ||:a deep audible breath:||
I want to indulge myself in a new color, but the chosen color is not so colorful. I want to go too long with my loneliness but the path is not so wonderful. I took a break, wait a moment, I thought, rethought to again started my journey. I found you there, with lots of happiness, elation. Deep Breath, I filled up with energy. I start my journey again, but it has not a destination.
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Jun 16, 2020
Jun 16, 2020 at 12:50 PM UTC
Walk Alone
Before the night comes cold and proper When set against a fiery sky The crooked limbs of a naked poplar Have stirred a romance in my mind And swaying with their kin and kind My heavy heart asway in kind Those wooden spines so hale and hearty Like will-'o-wisps they'll soon depart me
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Mar 18, 2020
Mar 18, 2020 at 11:08 PM UTC
Morgana
Moved by plentiful blessings, My ecstatic soul sings To the pulse of your essence, Strumming on my heart-strings
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Mar 18, 2020
Mar 18, 2020 at 2:12 AM UTC
Melody & song
Burning at my mind driven to frenzied action by the need to find. Harrowing the ground exhausting every option until it is found. Healing an old wound soaring heights of elation finally unbound.
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Feb 24, 2020
Feb 24, 2020 at 9:28 PM UTC
something is missing
My Motions are on E Again No Ecstasy   Free from Elation End of Day Bad Boss Back to Screaming Loco is his Motion
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Dec 3, 2019
Dec 3, 2019 at 9:39 PM UTC
My Motions on E again
on the count of three we close our eyes we hold out breath we link our arms and JUMP OFF into the sunshine and the cold clear water together (20140729)
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Feb 11, 2019
Feb 11, 2019 at 3:58 PM UTC
JUMP OFF
Elated A light cloud Rising up Around you So clean and pure See the lack in your face But I don't care You are so vivid Colour seeps into the world Around you Just from standing near you I become colourful too Like a clean breathe Of fresh air you cleanse my lungs Drift away my regrets and fears Dare me to dream And I dream Endless skies and the scent of Evergreen and the stars Infinity Walk alone for miles Live my life the way I want to I want to be here again
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Nov 29, 2018
Nov 29, 2018 at 6:51 PM UTC
When I Am With Him
#Genius is forged by passion It is this which never dies: Transcendental elation. So long as one creation is moved to dance mesmerized, genius is forged by passion. Though stone hearts lack expression, postmoderns aching to try transcendental elation Keeping "plebes" from their "mansions." Speak this opaque truth as lies: Genius is forged by passion. The hive mind ************ at shared expense they deny transcendental elation. Our yearning adoration causes heaven's voice to cry, Genius is forged by passion! Transcendental elation.#
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Jun 24, 2018
Jun 24, 2018 at 12:35 PM UTC
Genius is forged by passion
I am thankful for the opportunity to feel. To be here, as opposed to absence. I am a statistical near impossibility. Death missed me, as stars led me from nothingness through time to landings where feet touched, and breath breathed, and blood pumped. I am fortunate for the blessing of clarity and thankful of those moored in the void around me. Is love? Is love, s/he said, (…) is love.
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Nov 6, 2017
Nov 6, 2017 at 3:40 PM UTC
St. Slaughter's Day (REDUX)
whiskey stained lips and dull grey eyes make up a wonderful disguise for the quicksand you're drowning in. a four week old baby girl lies in the sea known as your lap; she's smiling, but only because the innocence entwined in the long brown locks of her hair have yet to be revealed. red notebooks and pink lemonade envelop the darkness surrounding your frail being, not entirely acknowledging how brittle your bones actually are. trapped in trepidation, you plummet into desolation, pondering on the thought that this could bring utter elation and it did; but it was only in your head.
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Jul 30, 2017
Jul 30, 2017 at 1:34 PM UTC
brittle being
Elation with no regard to the reason. I just let it roll over me when it comes. Living in it because I know it’s fleeting and I am grasping at the rays of sunshine like they will dissipate any second. This feeling of pure joy and happiness. Oh, how I wish you could stay for just a moment longer. My mind actively searches for intruders ready to wipe them away in an instant before they come to the forefront of my mind. How dare you try and ruin something so pure and full of joy. It's like you can’t allow yourself a glimpse of heaven. As if you have tasted the forbidden fruit and you are quickly trying to cover the evidence with despair. Despair that you have already buried and mourned over, but you bring it to life again, like it secretly comforts you. How can despair be comforting? My mind decides at this instant my happiness can be ruined at any moment so why not on my terms? Throwing at the forefront already buried land mines knowing exactly how they will explode. Now the fog rolls in, rays dissipate, warmth gone. I allowed it to leave, allowed it to no longer warm my face and thoughts. Oh well, until we met again sun, I will embrace the beauty of the fog
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Jun 17, 2017
Jun 17, 2017 at 11:39 AM UTC
Sabotage
product endorsements are what I like to do and boy have I got a good product for you since I've been wearing the EverFlex brand of shoe endorsing them is all I like to do they've a comfortable fit and on the foot they so nicely sit EverFlex are the kings in the shoe-making vocation and should you not be slipping into a pair your feet won't be sensing elation
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Mar 10, 2017
Mar 10, 2017 at 6:31 PM UTC
Product Endorsements
Location location location Vocation vocation vocation Des'pration Des'pration Des'pration Cliché decay, is summation. Dictation Fixation; Damnation. Let's pray, son. **** Nation- stagnation, frustration. Creation. Creation, salvation, elation. Let's play son.
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Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 9:42 AM UTC
Corporate World