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Think it a wound That has been cut open, All of this Pouring out of some person. As blood like ichor. Of Uranus a pouch, a receptacle, a quiver; Time in consumption, Like an arrow autochthonic In the breast of existence. Nursing the young. Of Cronus a reflection, a refection, a ripple; Time in digestion, Like an innominate derivation From the navel of continuance. Bringing them up. Of Zeus a reverberation, a spark, a sliver; Time in expression, Like an aborted secret From the honey of speleothemas. Shaping them out. Of Apollo a radiance, a ray, a participle; Time in extension, Like an auspicious countenance From the mucilage of angiospermae. Birthing the echo.
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Nov 27, 2024
Nov 27, 2024 at 9:04 PM UTC
By Gaia, ***** of Rhea & Milk of Hera
I draw on cigarettes, Doodle with resin- Blisters on my fingers, They all think I'm playin'. The colors brown & red Are escaped when I shut my eyes, And when I turn my face inside I'm fine with what I see. It's not dark, pretty light- It's all clear skies, Even with a chance of showers There's always a sunrise.
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Sep 1, 2024
Sep 1, 2024 at 6:09 PM UTC
6 Underground
The news Says rain Is cause by Heavy percipation But mythology Tells us that Rain is caused By broken hearts.
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Mar 24, 2019
Mar 24, 2019 at 1:10 PM UTC
The heart broken make it rain.
There in the night There was a girl Sitting on the crescent Moon To see the constellations Better. Don’t you wish You can sit On the moon to See the Dipper.
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Mar 24, 2019
Mar 24, 2019 at 12:59 PM UTC
Sitting on the moon.
In a Marilyn Manson concert There are two bears Screaming Trying to Out do the singer To the point That everything reverberates. Even souls.
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Mar 23, 2019
Mar 23, 2019 at 2:23 PM UTC
Sonic bears
People running Up an excellater Trying desperately To catch their Connecting flights To their rebirth.
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Mar 23, 2019
Mar 23, 2019 at 2:12 PM UTC
Connecting flights
As the girl Picks wildflowers With big red Balloon When a dove Bursts the balloon Sending red flowers Flying Like jetliners.
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Mar 23, 2019
Mar 23, 2019 at 1:59 PM UTC
Flying flowers
As I take A walk in the park With a friend I here the familiar Sounds of dr dre And his album 2001 I look up at The source of the music A chickadee With a boom box.
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Mar 22, 2019
Mar 22, 2019 at 2:09 PM UTC
Dr. Dre
An over medicated panda Sleeps on On the first Successful rocket To the moon And back The animal Didn’t realize His historical nap.
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Mar 22, 2019
Mar 22, 2019 at 1:47 PM UTC
First panda.
In a summer rain A goth girl Sits in the Field of Colourful wildflowers Contemplating Life And the universe.
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Mar 22, 2019
Mar 22, 2019 at 1:35 PM UTC
The think.
One thunderstorm There was a tiny punk girl With a bright yellow Dress sitting in a flower Having her big think In the rain When she comes up with An idea A rainbow comes.
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Mar 22, 2019
Mar 22, 2019 at 1:22 PM UTC
Punk storm.
There in the Middle East There is a city Of mosques With different coloured Tops All the colours of the rainbow Brighten by The bright stars Of the Dipper In the Milky Way.
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Mar 17, 2019
Mar 17, 2019 at 8:34 PM UTC
City of mosques
As I got to the dietitian I go through a summer Forest Full of oranges Then As I get caught In the forest A lady with oranges in her hair Comes Gives me an orange And says. “This may help you!”
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Mar 16, 2019
Mar 16, 2019 at 6:07 PM UTC
Orange forest.
As the young woman Sits in the Poppy field Waiting For her Love to come. She grows worried and sad.
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Mar 16, 2019
Mar 16, 2019 at 5:54 PM UTC
The Poppy field
So many crows Looking for some bright And shiney As a white dove Flies into their trap They attack the dove But it was its heart That they wanted Only one thing The dove Is calusted From prepare attacks.
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Mar 14, 2019
Mar 14, 2019 at 8:18 PM UTC
The dove.
As the young woman Goes to eat a rotten Appracot She thinks back to Her encounter With the 6th Dalai Lama She thinks Me princess.
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Mar 14, 2019
Mar 14, 2019 at 8:10 PM UTC
Princess?
A white fancy rat Stargazing from its Cage out side the Window Slips into a psychotropic Dream Where the Land is full stars Of all sizes And all the Colours of the rainbow Or chakras.
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Mar 14, 2019
Mar 14, 2019 at 7:58 PM UTC
Mainsquance rat
The rebel woman Carefully Rubs her eyes Careful not to ruin Her war paint The straight Pink lines on her face As she wakes up.
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Mar 14, 2019
Mar 14, 2019 at 7:52 PM UTC
Amazon
The none rebell... Tattoos Piercings Hair And gauges Not for rebellion But to keep her culture alive. As she ****** her Lollipop With a sassy additude.
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Mar 14, 2019
Mar 14, 2019 at 7:43 PM UTC
The nonrebel
As I look up the The symptoms of love And Symptoms of altitude sickness I find that that there Are some similarities Butterflies in stomach Nothing thinking straight Clumsiness Numbness insomnia If I didn’t know any better I thought I was on a mountain But all I want is his embrace True blue which Might be The cure.
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Mar 14, 2019
Mar 14, 2019 at 7:36 PM UTC
Love sickness
her dress is made of molten ore silk against her springy skin her eyes are pressured pebbles of summer core nine hundred lives from wearing thin the scarf she wound around her hips softer than a lamb the teeth behind upturned boat lips smile graceful and pre-planned she extends her long, slender wrist coaxes us all into one mineral a tender jewel, a pretty twist worn until her funeral
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Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 9:37 AM UTC
the pretty girl
forget the rain on your skin and fall asleep there will be dry days but not today don't let your mind wander too far stay alive you're like a broken swan in the clutch of the moon and the monsoon your weeping matches the rain and your shivers match the lightning stay awake don't let the green blades make you cry don't your mind wander too far
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Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 10:47 AM UTC
don't let your mind wander too far
are you slow or just late in regards to the ball did you homeward run or sweeter compared to my honey pouring out venting sarcasm bitter A tell tail tale or was it tale tell tail still albeit moving an eclipse of ellipses ... ... ... ... ... ... ...
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Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 5:13 AM UTC
Mirrored Interpretation
A rush of blood to the head And my friends, we take flight! The key to life in our firm grasp We ascend to the cosmos Our eternal rest. Joyed to find life from a cold, dead husk Believed to be the end of reality. This world may yet be celebrated.
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Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 11:29 PM UTC
Balancing Act