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grown, Rolando's fissure soaks words. Most days he lies domant. unannounced, sulcus scatter secret codes. day-to-day his labour unpleasant. crafty is a snake wise is a sage
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Dec 28, 2020
Dec 28, 2020 at 10:57 PM UTC
thinker
winter holidays and you become snow between glaciers and silver towers among apes, wizards and goons you become snow in the winter as you turn into what you dread as you turn into this being a viking, werewolf, you name it may the games begin, you may die beneath the surface of your dreams beneath red heavens and families in times of hunger, you stay focussed you become snow in the winter as you turn into another, an: other snow is flooding the news flash sinners, brothers and sisters burning sandstorms, playful twisters elijah's path is covered with thorns roses **** the innocent and they cry wild roses turn into winter snow raise your head, watchin' them grow clocks, the same time, worldwide remember the oaths of the old ones remember them praying in the snow ...and turn into this being
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Oct 14, 2020
Oct 14, 2020 at 9:44 AM UTC
Snow
From heaven, fire Elijah called. At Jezebel's word, fled he, terrified. From duty, by heavenly chariot, removed. On mountain top, with Moses, appeared. Elijah, not the greatest prophet. Nor Elisha, even doubly anointed. But John, the greatest born of woman; No fire nor bears, doubted and beheaded.
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Apr 27, 2020
Apr 27, 2020 at 2:32 AM UTC
Prophets in the Flesh
the night i first found out he might be sick it rained. i ate manhattan's favorite rice-a-roni and tried so hard to feel something to be fair i was very upset but i didn't feel it. all i got was a headache from forced tears and a sleepless night. three months earlier near the time of my birthday i was having a terrible day per usual, when i received a birthday card in the mail. it was from my sister and on the bottom of the card it said from: then their names followed but in the biggest font, right underneath the rest of their names was his, 'Elijah,' written by his own hand. I smiled at the thought of him smiling while writing that.
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Aug 25, 2017
Aug 25, 2017 at 12:45 PM UTC
elijah
everytime i finally get over you you always seem to crawl back kind of like an anxiety attack and of course there's always this undeniable force that draws me back to you you then promise you'd never leave but you know what they say don't make promises you can't keep i don't know why i always seem to stay maybe it's the stars in your eyes, that i wish upon to believe what you say is true but it never is. all i want to do is get over you.
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Jul 30, 2016
Jul 30, 2016 at 9:26 PM UTC
i [loved] you?
I'm in love with you. In every way I thought I'd ever love someone And in every way I never thought I ever could. You brought a light into everything I hated, And showed me that the darkness behind my eyes didn't scare you. I didn't try to wipe you clean and make you perfect, And you didn't try to do that to me either. Thank you for that. Thank you for loving me.
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Jul 28, 2016
Jul 28, 2016 at 10:41 AM UTC
Elijah,
We created a new light between the both of us. A life we talked about but never imagined would come so soon. Everything will never be like the past again, This is our first steps as people we've never been before... And it's so **** scary, And I've never been happier.
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Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 8:54 AM UTC
April 21st
When Elijah comes again, We'll all turn the page of sin, He is not the Lord, But a voice of awe, Heaven above, earth below, Fire within, ever to glow, Divine life and love on Planet Earth, One vision and one dream, Amity and no more bigotry, One global fellow humanity, Ceasing hostilities, such sin, When Elijah comes again.
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Jul 20, 2015
Jul 20, 2015 at 3:51 AM UTC
THE PROPHET
The lack isn't enough The absence of another set of hands is proving to be tough No ones asked me how I'm doing for quite awhile I remember your bed I remember how much we didn't care about each other's pasts or the lingering of our own deadly thoughts If you are the golf course and I am the rain then I'd like to go back to that night and remember how it felt to be completely ****** up and utterly insane But I'm tired No I'm exhausted A year ago I was not alone I had dug a hole in a boys heart and filled it with suicidal thoughts and unanswered questions, both his and my own, and destroyed myself while calling it "love" I think I was hiding Using him as a mask Because I was terrified and needed someone to provide me with a flask and cigarette addiction The past is the past But the past is all I have The present is proving to be boring and the futures a ***** I guess I'll just be alone for now Get dragged by the snow drifts and mesmorized by the wind Stand out in the freezing snow and think about how I never feel warm anymore Cause when I'm alone I'm cold to the core Bored
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Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 7:38 PM UTC
The Future is a *****
Everyday is another day To either repeat my mistakes or consider forgetting this hate But everyday I wake up and think of two things First I think of him Then I think of you And I'm sorry my heads out of order Excuse me for crossing these borders But I still love him Can I be infatuated with two? I'd say yes Because I'll love you both forever Though we don't talk I can't let you escape my mind for you are every unanswered question I've ever asked and you are every cell I've left unexplored Meanwhile You I love you as of the current And I've known this for a long while But I've sailed every inch of your sea and left a trail of small bruises and remanimts of red lipstick But I don't want you to leave I'm just afraid I'll go forever without knowing what he'd be like Afraid of the unknown Because with you I am home With you I am free But when I exit that god **** door it's him **** I hate how it's always him and never home But I love you of the current And I'm sorry Don't let me go Don't leave me stranded in this bed without that well memorized map most call a mind, body and soul I'm only 15 Why do I feel so old?
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Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 7:18 PM UTC
Maps
Eyes like panes of glass Cut me to pieces With every fist full of hair and moan for more I think my favorite song is just a track of our heavy breathing And the instrumentals are the sound of sweat pooling on your chest Trace my lips with your finger tips Look me in the eye Cut me like glass Our bodies together is all I ask
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Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 9:29 PM UTC
Blue is my favorite color
I built a home between his hip bones Though I don't visit all too often It is a sanctuary Not the only one but my first true sin Bruised skin Flesh on flesh I swear god put him on this earth just as a test To watch me give in Again and again I can't say no I can't pretend You found my frail self screaming, crying on your bathroom floor We spilt the the wine of life You striped me of my bile covered clothes Dragged me to shower You sat there stroking my head for what felt like 24 hours Oh the taste of relapse Smells of cigarettes and silence Feels like hitting the wall and then being buried under the bricks In and out in and out Regain consciousness Look in the mirror Take another hit Breathe Sitting in that dimly lit room full of mirrors and couches Memories, more memories We sat together, limbs entangled We thanked god for that white powder We cursed at lucifer for our delicate addiction Inhale Feel the burn Wow "I missed you so much" Maybe once again I'll visit the home between your hips And we'll fall in love again Oh the taste of relapse So bitter sweet
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Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 8:17 AM UTC
The Sweet Taste of Relapse
We lay So close yet so far away I can only parts of you The cracks in the blinds light up the room We are silent Can you feel the tension? The sweet smell of cigarettes floats around us Picture perfect We are silent We are tired We are nothing but enemies
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Oct 13, 2014
Oct 13, 2014 at 6:40 PM UTC
Say my name
;and I'm tired I'm so ******* tired The stress, the mess, the guess Where are you? Why don't we love eachother? Why do we only come intact when we're lonely? I'm afraid of commitment yet fear change A part of me knows that you'll always be here A deadbeat Going nowhere fast just trying to make enough cash And I guess I'm a deadbeat as well No major goals Minimal motivation We're both so impure I'm so unsure It's never awkward Even when we're smoking cigarettes at 2:00 am naked in the moonlight Ah Relief Long enough to keep us alive but short enough not to **** us
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Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 7:14 PM UTC
Thoughts: 7:14PM
Promised myself I'd keep it innocent At least for awhile But like the greater Gods I gave into temptation Skin agaisnt skin The most delightful of sins We're not in love I don't even know your last name We're ******* just to feel Now you and I have a past You're the name at the bottom of my glass We only talk when it's convenient for you Or when we're drunk after having a few We have nothing in common Just a mind full of past lovers and a history of sad *** Line after line she'll get off his mind and then my body will be on his In between sheets like a man in between homes I'm not the one Not even his number one Maybe it's fate maybe it's my lonely mind looking for a mate It's not love It's not lust We collect together like dust The rusted parts of us beat in unity at the peak But we don't see eye to eye I can't remember how we started to speak Will we ever say goodbye for good?
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Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 2:55 PM UTC
Between sheets
He doesn't care He's fighting for you All I ask is for some stability Not asking you to ignore the number 15 I'm tired of searching It's been too many times Too many lips Too many sad rhymes And I'm tired of fighting And not being fought for I want to give up I wanna knock on heavens door I entered this hell I call home too young I'm addicted to touch I'm on and off numb I miss my first lover I'm ******* dumb
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Sep 28, 2014
Sep 28, 2014 at 8:54 PM UTC
In between graves
You there – suspended loftily in air; Your feathers so shiny and sleek - Tell me; What do you know, Brother Crow, Of that which I always seek? What are you hiding, while wind-riding? What? Something about flying alone? I want to know; My Brother Crow, About my oft dreamt-of home. The ever sky filled with azure dye; It must speak to you of freedom - And it may be true, but only for you, Our grounded lives are already done. For me; Can you show those fields, of melted snow? Those obsidian peaks beneath the so-blue Sea? I truly need to go, Brother Crow, But why won't you ever take me? You there – suspended haughtily in air; Your feathers so shiny and sleek- Tell me; What could you know, Selfish Crow, Of that which I always seek?
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May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 12:11 AM UTC
Brother Crow