#multiplicity - Hello Poetry

There was a day that I watched my own essence split, And two versions of myself dissected as they emerged But the first version that was real split and disappeared. I guess it couldn't live through my tremorous surge. It was the same day my hands started to disobey, They kept pulling on a love that wouldn't stay close. They started acted like my heart was invincible. They acted like my heart dwelled in a vacant ghost. I learned the hard way that the eyes tell only lies. Flipping all we see, even before it's actually observed. I thought I knew the things that we all assume we know. I thought I knew my own place on the face of earth. Then I learned how the world actually curves wrong, As if it's not a sphere at all, but rather con cave. Like we were never outside, but inside the hollow. Intentionally, the eyes fault our perception of shape. There is a way that my heart has its own thoughts. Then there's the way that my brain started feeling pain. I know it by the way my body just begs and begs. Until it gives up and I crash for the first time in days. There was a day that I watched my own Essence split. Two versions of myself dissected as they emerged. But the first version that was real split and disappeared This was the day I had to watch my reflection burn. Or maybe he is me, but we don't want to be seen. Maybe just buried my light a little too deep. Maybe I am not filthy cause, no one is clean. Maybe I'm the only one who is my enemy. Maybe I was not found, cause I didn't need to be. Maybe I am not bound just afraid of being free. Maybe trying to **** my demons is slowly killing me, Cause maybe I'm not the person that I didn't want to be.

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Sep 15, 2025

Sep 15, 2025 at 2:28 AM UTC

QuantumPoet

They Day My Essence Split

There was a day that I watched my own essence split, And two versions of myself dissected as they emerged But the first version that was real split and disappeared. I guess it couldn't live through my tremorous surge. It was the same day my hands started to disobey, They kept pulling on a love that wouldn't stay close. They started acted like my heart was invincible. They acted like my heart dwelled in a vacant ghost. I learned the hard way that the eyes tell only lies. Flipping all we see, even before it's actually observed. I thought I knew the things that we all assume we know. I thought I knew my own place on the face of earth. Then I learned how the world actually curves wrong, As if it's not a sphere at all, but rather con cave. Like we were never outside, but inside the hollow. Intentionally, the eyes fault our perception of shape. There is a way that my heart has its own thoughts. Then there's the way that my brain started feeling pain. I know it by the way my body just begs and begs. Until it gives up and I crash for the first time in days. There was a day that I watched my own Essence split. Two versions of myself dissected as they emerged. But the first version that was real split and disappeared This was the day I had to watch my reflection burn. Or maybe he is me, but we don't want to be seen. Maybe just buried my light a little too deep. Maybe I am not filthy cause, no one is clean. Maybe I'm the only one who is my enemy. Maybe I was not found, cause I didn't need to be. Maybe I am not bound just afraid of being free. Maybe trying to **** my demons is slowly killing me, Cause maybe I'm not the person that I didn't want to be.

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warm sun sweet liquid dark moist hole bristles soft sand wonder exquisite * * * * * * SUN * \/ sweet || D ARK Q QQ ||| b r i St Les s o f t sand ::::::sandcastles:::::::::holes OOO:::birth ing ALICE She basked in warm mid-morning sun drinking rooibos tea with almond biscuits. Her dollies speaking dolly lingo to marching ants. An indigo beam of sunlight rayed into her forehead, delivering jolts to her ladybird reverie. Instantly Alice saw it. A tiny dark gasping hole in the flaking courtyard wall through which a caterpillar was c r a w l i n g, beckoning her to f o l l o w. “Come,” he said, “with me, through MY intricate hole. I want to show YOU wonders beyond wOnders.” eyes to eyes magnetised a curious movement SSSSSSS body lost legs, arms, neck SSSSS brain smoking shrinking SSS ears disappearing S ribs increasing she felt an ***** growing on the roof of her mouth transmutation into worm or serpent how was she to know ? Her dollies started whimpering, ants stopped in their tracks, wall flaked some more shedding skin ALICE with two silky plaits, red ribboned tied GONE to the BE YOND •••>>> where no pond rip pled black moist silently inward sumptuous costume velvet lime glitter embellished crawling s l o w l y, sleekly spine tingling steel pins rapidly acquiring density s e r p en t i n e sword struck swiftly penetratingly Alice feared losing her squirm worm already her mind was L O S T w i t h o u t thistle f i e l d s or jellybeans or colour-in books lego nowhere = ego shat te red “Feel,” he said. “You can’t talk here, only feel.” She felt liquid through her veins, diluted warm honey, sensing bronzed bristles along the wormhole wall. Justice or Judgement eyes watched intently, though nobody touched. Her forked tongue grew longer licked sides of damp musky hole elongated, she was whole dead alive SAFE opened merging slithering deep into belly of volcanic Earth YET….slashed slimy s a i l i n g sand muddy SACRED worms and serpents crawling beside behind, ahead ~ all heading in O N E direction____________where to ? “This is a pilgrimage,” her new friend remarked. Where t o x2x2 ? thoughts quietly rattled wormy counterpart ~ “To Lord of Light, awaiting in a leather armchair.” What must I do there, her thoughts slid along. “Nothing.” Then why are you taking me there ? “To see what NO THING is.” How can I see nothing ? DNA j m U p s recalibration of strings and strands ... “Because NO T H IN G O D is Everything...” They slid a l o n g > > ~ ~ slightly more haste pace becoming faster warm breezes flushed her trunk. Her intestines becoming an ~~ !!\\\/\/\/\/\!!! ~~~!! EXPLOSIve ORANGE RIVER GOLD dust tinged ~ flame-purified no pebbles no grit no grime “Feel,” her friend whispered, “we are nearing His g RAY sheepskin slippers sprouting WHITE lotuses. He is Nothingness, so don’t be afraid.” tingling sensations swept upwards from tail end through heart to centre of her new skull. Alice panted hot ice I want to cry, but have no tears, she thought. “HUSH hush hush ….don’t be afraid.” Her body stiffened neck area arched scales curled f a l l i n g webby rose petals faded through floorless floor NOTHINGNESS and EVERYTHING flashed L U M I N O S I T Y n a k e d A Li ce died ** ¥ ¥¥** an e c s t a t i c D E A T H ___ Alice Wanda Adam ~ 1.1.202O — 1.8.2025 @never.never.land she frolicked with Rip van Winkle who fed her TIME and leechies skipped alongside Goldilocks who offered hot cinnamon porridge and a silver spoon engraved ~ AWA ~ What is her name ? asked the midwife “A L I C E” replied her Mom “Oooo, Sweets, she’s a WONDERLAND ” a baritone voice chimed, stroking vernix ears. mohair crochet bootied Alice ****** HOT mother’s milk d r i p p i n g ©GhairoDanielsPoetry&Song2025

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Sep 14, 2025

Sep 14, 2025 at 4:48 AM UTC

GDPresence

HOT MILK DRIPPING

warm sun sweet liquid dark moist hole bristles soft sand wonder exquisite * * * * * * SUN * \/ sweet || D ARK Q QQ ||| b r i St Les s o f t sand ::::::sandcastles:::::::::holes OOO:::birth ing ALICE She basked in warm mid-morning sun drinking rooibos tea with almond biscuits. Her dollies speaking dolly lingo to marching ants. An indigo beam of sunlight rayed into her forehead, delivering jolts to her ladybird reverie. Instantly Alice saw it. A tiny dark gasping hole in the flaking courtyard wall through which a caterpillar was c r a w l i n g, beckoning her to f o l l o w. “Come,” he said, “with me, through MY intricate hole. I want to show YOU wonders beyond wOnders.” eyes to eyes magnetised a curious movement SSSSSSS body lost legs, arms, neck SSSSS brain smoking shrinking SSS ears disappearing S ribs increasing she felt an ***** growing on the roof of her mouth transmutation into worm or serpent how was she to know ? Her dollies started whimpering, ants stopped in their tracks, wall flaked some more shedding skin ALICE with two silky plaits, red ribboned tied GONE to the BE YOND •••>>> where no pond rip pled black moist silently inward sumptuous costume velvet lime glitter embellished crawling s l o w l y, sleekly spine tingling steel pins rapidly acquiring density s e r p en t i n e sword struck swiftly penetratingly Alice feared losing her squirm worm already her mind was L O S T w i t h o u t thistle f i e l d s or jellybeans or colour-in books lego nowhere = ego shat te red “Feel,” he said. “You can’t talk here, only feel.” She felt liquid through her veins, diluted warm honey, sensing bronzed bristles along the wormhole wall. Justice or Judgement eyes watched intently, though nobody touched. Her forked tongue grew longer licked sides of damp musky hole elongated, she was whole dead alive SAFE opened merging slithering deep into belly of volcanic Earth YET….slashed slimy s a i l i n g sand muddy SACRED worms and serpents crawling beside behind, ahead ~ all heading in O N E direction____________where to ? “This is a pilgrimage,” her new friend remarked. Where t o x2x2 ? thoughts quietly rattled wormy counterpart ~ “To Lord of Light, awaiting in a leather armchair.” What must I do there, her thoughts slid along. “Nothing.” Then why are you taking me there ? “To see what NO THING is.” How can I see nothing ? DNA j m U p s recalibration of strings and strands ... “Because NO T H IN G O D is Everything...” They slid a l o n g > > ~ ~ slightly more haste pace becoming faster warm breezes flushed her trunk. Her intestines becoming an ~~ !!\\\/\/\/\/\!!! ~~~!! EXPLOSIve ORANGE RIVER GOLD dust tinged ~ flame-purified no pebbles no grit no grime “Feel,” her friend whispered, “we are nearing His g RAY sheepskin slippers sprouting WHITE lotuses. He is Nothingness, so don’t be afraid.” tingling sensations swept upwards from tail end through heart to centre of her new skull. Alice panted hot ice I want to cry, but have no tears, she thought. “HUSH hush hush ….don’t be afraid.” Her body stiffened neck area arched scales curled f a l l i n g webby rose petals faded through floorless floor NOTHINGNESS and EVERYTHING flashed L U M I N O S I T Y n a k e d A Li ce died ** ¥ ¥¥** an e c s t a t i c D E A T H ___ Alice Wanda Adam ~ 1.1.202O — 1.8.2025 @never.never.land she frolicked with Rip van Winkle who fed her TIME and leechies skipped alongside Goldilocks who offered hot cinnamon porridge and a silver spoon engraved ~ AWA ~ What is her name ? asked the midwife “A L I C E” replied her Mom “Oooo, Sweets, she’s a WONDERLAND ” a baritone voice chimed, stroking vernix ears. mohair crochet bootied Alice ****** HOT mother’s milk d r i p p i n g ©GhairoDanielsPoetry&Song2025

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I Am The CaveDweller My soul is bound to the comfort of night. I see peace in the eyes of those walking in light. Why is mine a lonesome, misbegotten path? Bound to my darkness, with blackness, my craft. They see vividly what I see in smears. I'd rather be Blind, never seen it more clear. I Am The DeathEater My path, criticized. My love, mistaken. My truths, demonized. My intentions, forsaken. I exist in my very own questionable ways. Is what they may say. But yet, either way, They have failed to explain such a lack in my soul, The obligation to judge someone's ways, or my own. I Am The DreamKeeper I only doubt the meta-space where I belong. At any given time, my intention is not wrong. Why am I undeserving of the blessing of eyes, Capable of enjoying this dreadful paradise? Designed in a way to be loved in its allure. Yet my reality holds a truth morbid and obscure. I am The FleshKiller My outward darkness veils a radiant light. For under the skin, I am truly alive. Aware of the truths, of the infinite "you", The finite "you" hides from others, and you. I criticize my flesh as if I’m it's maker. I'm ashamed of this life. But I'm not a LifeTaker. I Am The LightBringer The allure of light is heartbreaking. As I remain in my statuette state of polarity, I will only dream of me belonging. It remains and sustains, acceptance and peace. Yet for me, they remain just out of my reach. I die by the hour while soaking in bleach. I Am The FatePainter I'm a sinful sonnet, a broken poem within. With my creative means to my own creative end. The TruthCraving LieBreaker, known as my head. Screaming “This is the end. You'll never begin again..." Yet I face another canvas, this in mind, for my sake. Every stroke I can make, paints my darkest mistakes. I Am The MindShaper Limited possibilities of existence make me numb. I understand every start brings a darker outcome. Is there really no promise, of existential peace? Can a bright soul, entrapped, ever be set free? I only question form, from within this faulted case. In metaphysical space, I've been put in my place. I Am The EndSeeker I cannot obtain, what I have never seen. To live and show love is to live a true me. I'm a creature of creation, On this abysmal planet. I'll orbit the sun, I will suffer, then I'll vanish. I float above the black. Trapped below the white. ****** hands washed with tears, as I carve out my light. ♦ Đerek Λbraxas ♦

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Mar 31, 2025

Mar 31, 2025 at 2:30 AM UTC

QuantumPoet

LifeTaker

I Am The CaveDweller My soul is bound to the comfort of night. I see peace in the eyes of those walking in light. Why is mine a lonesome, misbegotten path? Bound to my darkness, with blackness, my craft. They see vividly what I see in smears. I'd rather be Blind, never seen it more clear. I Am The DeathEater My path, criticized. My love, mistaken. My truths, demonized. My intentions, forsaken. I exist in my very own questionable ways. Is what they may say. But yet, either way, They have failed to explain such a lack in my soul, The obligation to judge someone's ways, or my own. I Am The DreamKeeper I only doubt the meta-space where I belong. At any given time, my intention is not wrong. Why am I undeserving of the blessing of eyes, Capable of enjoying this dreadful paradise? Designed in a way to be loved in its allure. Yet my reality holds a truth morbid and obscure. I am The FleshKiller My outward darkness veils a radiant light. For under the skin, I am truly alive. Aware of the truths, of the infinite "you", The finite "you" hides from others, and you. I criticize my flesh as if I’m it's maker. I'm ashamed of this life. But I'm not a LifeTaker. I Am The LightBringer The allure of light is heartbreaking. As I remain in my statuette state of polarity, I will only dream of me belonging. It remains and sustains, acceptance and peace. Yet for me, they remain just out of my reach. I die by the hour while soaking in bleach. I Am The FatePainter I'm a sinful sonnet, a broken poem within. With my creative means to my own creative end. The TruthCraving LieBreaker, known as my head. Screaming “This is the end. You'll never begin again..." Yet I face another canvas, this in mind, for my sake. Every stroke I can make, paints my darkest mistakes. I Am The MindShaper Limited possibilities of existence make me numb. I understand every start brings a darker outcome. Is there really no promise, of existential peace? Can a bright soul, entrapped, ever be set free? I only question form, from within this faulted case. In metaphysical space, I've been put in my place. I Am The EndSeeker I cannot obtain, what I have never seen. To live and show love is to live a true me. I'm a creature of creation, On this abysmal planet. I'll orbit the sun, I will suffer, then I'll vanish. I float above the black. Trapped below the white. ****** hands washed with tears, as I carve out my light. ♦ Đerek Λbraxas ♦

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We all have many selves — There’s the real self And the others behind the mask. The 'real' self then gets ****** aside, When our alter ego doesn’t want to hide. Out comes the "good girl," Rambo, and the billionaire, Into the darkness flees shame and despair. There’s also superwoman, the tech-whiz kid, and the social entrepreneur, A shy, sly, son dogged by 'not enough' hides his cares, 'Cos if they wore their hearts on their sleeves They’d get beaten up and find no reprieve! Is this the way we want to live? Hiding out, these pressures not wanting to give. They’re our protective armour in ourselves, Wanting fame and fortune is not where our true future dwells. We keep on this 'armour' because it’s become part of us, We need to release these selves and know we’re good enough. It’s not an instant switch, like the internet promises, But a slow journey of taking off the personas, And being okay with who we are, reconciling what we think, do and say. Let that little voice deep within, Look to Him, who knew no sin. Cry out, let Him in, and be redeemed. Re-birthed and on a journey of being restored.

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Dec 18, 2023

Dec 18, 2023 at 10:36 PM UTC

bekahalle

Many Selves... (Revised)

We all have many selves — There’s the real self And the others behind the mask. The 'real' self then gets ****** aside, When our alter ego doesn’t want to hide. Out comes the "good girl," Rambo, and the billionaire, Into the darkness flees shame and despair. There’s also superwoman, the tech-whiz kid, and the social entrepreneur, A shy, sly, son dogged by 'not enough' hides his cares, 'Cos if they wore their hearts on their sleeves They’d get beaten up and find no reprieve! Is this the way we want to live? Hiding out, these pressures not wanting to give. They’re our protective armour in ourselves, Wanting fame and fortune is not where our true future dwells. We keep on this 'armour' because it’s become part of us, We need to release these selves and know we’re good enough. It’s not an instant switch, like the internet promises, But a slow journey of taking off the personas, And being okay with who we are, reconciling what we think, do and say. Let that little voice deep within, Look to Him, who knew no sin. Cry out, let Him in, and be redeemed. Re-birthed and on a journey of being restored.

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The unknown in me written July 22nd, 2021 I collect words and try to fit them to my experiences trying to capture this moment right now— it is all I have. I—looks at the page and writes a moment while others peer over her shoulder shaking their heads curling up to sleep from the overwhelm reaching out to change a word or phrase we are all here sometimes all at once other times one at a time I always think I know who writes these words this word right now Until I look back and don't recognize words just written I guess we are used to it the wonder and startlement of the unknown in me.

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Aug 6, 2021

Aug 6, 2021 at 4:25 PM UTC

clmathew

The unknown in me

The unknown in me written July 22nd, 2021 I collect words and try to fit them to my experiences trying to capture this moment right now— it is all I have. I—looks at the page and writes a moment while others peer over her shoulder shaking their heads curling up to sleep from the overwhelm reaching out to change a word or phrase we are all here sometimes all at once other times one at a time I always think I know who writes these words this word right now Until I look back and don't recognize words just written I guess we are used to it the wonder and startlement of the unknown in me.

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Who am I today Which personality has emerged from sleeping eyes I don’t recognize this face Or these mannerisms Have I dissociated further Shall I continue down this swirling vortex of psyches How far can I or will I go What evil things have I planned for myself?

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Nov 26, 2019

Nov 26, 2019 at 2:42 PM UTC

BeardedMisfit

Self Awareness

Who am I today Which personality has emerged from sleeping eyes I don’t recognize this face Or these mannerisms Have I dissociated further Shall I continue down this swirling vortex of psyches How far can I or will I go What evil things have I planned for myself?

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Day by day I fritter away Observing decorum as best I may Meet me as you meet — reserved somebody Leave me as you leave — dull nobody Dreary, weary, listless, spiritless A resting spirit clamours to emerge Unguided, wild, free and seeking Boldly defying reserved somebody But how, just how do I unleash this defiant spirit For it is to cross all conceivable limits Oh but a mask, of course a mask! The perfect accessory for this task! Careless of propriety Boastful of daring Acting against my will Or in tandem with it? This mask — just now I can't discern Ponder I do with great concern Does it shield my identity Or render truth to it? So now just what fun in masks One may ponderously ask Masks, bring to life fantasy Fantasy, a realm of our reality Reality, wherein lies multiplicity Multiplicity, within each individuality

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Oct 23, 2018

Oct 23, 2018 at 11:04 AM UTC

heartz

The One & Many

Day by day I fritter away Observing decorum as best I may Meet me as you meet — reserved somebody Leave me as you leave — dull nobody Dreary, weary, listless, spiritless A resting spirit clamours to emerge Unguided, wild, free and seeking Boldly defying reserved somebody But how, just how do I unleash this defiant spirit For it is to cross all conceivable limits Oh but a mask, of course a mask! The perfect accessory for this task! Careless of propriety Boastful of daring Acting against my will Or in tandem with it? This mask — just now I can't discern Ponder I do with great concern Does it shield my identity Or render truth to it? So now just what fun in masks One may ponderously ask Masks, bring to life fantasy Fantasy, a realm of our reality Reality, wherein lies multiplicity Multiplicity, within each individuality

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What if I am just A kind of man Who is full of **** A man who is A lair and A cheat A man with a dark heart Who is masked with deceit And orchestrating an intent And masquerading his true colors Yet sells angelic vibes For that’s all his is? Would you then build a dam Around your broken heart, To keep my waters out? Or would you still take me in face value As nothing is what it seems? @jobiranyc (10/19/2017)

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Oct 19, 2017

Oct 19, 2017 at 5:57 PM UTC

Jobira

Face Value

What if I am just A kind of man Who is full of **** A man who is A lair and A cheat A man with a dark heart Who is masked with deceit And orchestrating an intent And masquerading his true colors Yet sells angelic vibes For that’s all his is? Would you then build a dam Around your broken heart, To keep my waters out? Or would you still take me in face value As nothing is what it seems? @jobiranyc (10/19/2017)

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each morning it dawns on me I am not that fragment of myself I was the previous morning rebrand and reveal, rebrand and reveal, fall in love with every character I play I am always murdering and resurrecting every facet of myself an endless and repetitive series of seeking the light, being the light and rejecting the light forever I remain The Obscure And Terrifying Great Unknown nobody recognizes me. little parts of myself keep falling away like this in helping people forget me, I am always both safe and at risk of vanishing now watch me materialize into everything you ever wished for, now watch me flake and disappear this life is but a massive game of Now You See Me Now You Don’t and nobody can ever win read about Alice in Wonderland shrinking and growing, changing and morphing read it ten times in my childhood before I realized I am the girl called Alice if The Looking Glass was a glass prism, I am a ray of white light I step into the glass only to shatter into seven different people I am not that fraction of myself you first encountered when you first glimpsed me glowing, I was only the moon reflecting the light of something else if anyone tells you it’s not possible to be four-and-a-half people in a day, they are wrong. can you remember what it’s like to not be losing yourself? please tell me I always wonder what it would be like to observe me in a magnificent divergence.

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Nov 22, 2015

Nov 22, 2015 at 11:04 PM UTC

kiryuen

dispersion

each morning it dawns on me I am not that fragment of myself I was the previous morning rebrand and reveal, rebrand and reveal, fall in love with every character I play I am always murdering and resurrecting every facet of myself an endless and repetitive series of seeking the light, being the light and rejecting the light forever I remain The Obscure And Terrifying Great Unknown nobody recognizes me. little parts of myself keep falling away like this in helping people forget me, I am always both safe and at risk of vanishing now watch me materialize into everything you ever wished for, now watch me flake and disappear this life is but a massive game of Now You See Me Now You Don’t and nobody can ever win read about Alice in Wonderland shrinking and growing, changing and morphing read it ten times in my childhood before I realized I am the girl called Alice if The Looking Glass was a glass prism, I am a ray of white light I step into the glass only to shatter into seven different people I am not that fraction of myself you first encountered when you first glimpsed me glowing, I was only the moon reflecting the light of something else if anyone tells you it’s not possible to be four-and-a-half people in a day, they are wrong. can you remember what it’s like to not be losing yourself? please tell me I always wonder what it would be like to observe me in a magnificent divergence.

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I. you found a light out by the road. you named it for a prayer. II. you ask me, can you keep a secret? i’ve been thinking, you say, i’ve been thinking it’s about time we committed ritual suicide. and i can keep a secret so i don’t say a thing. III. we’ve been collecting roadkill for as long as we can remember. IV. look at this, i murmur, look at all the blood. you’re a mess. you’re a ****** mess. where are my teeth? you ask through desperate tears. my pearly whites! my fangs! where are they? where did you put them? V. our lungs full of smoke, you lay by my side. there’s a fire, i say quietly. come on. time to go. but you won’t move. VI. rosaries of milk around your eyes. i could have saved you.

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Mar 23, 2015

Mar 23, 2015 at 4:50 AM UTC

xeron

light

I. you found a light out by the road. you named it for a prayer. II. you ask me, can you keep a secret? i’ve been thinking, you say, i’ve been thinking it’s about time we committed ritual suicide. and i can keep a secret so i don’t say a thing. III. we’ve been collecting roadkill for as long as we can remember. IV. look at this, i murmur, look at all the blood. you’re a mess. you’re a ****** mess. where are my teeth? you ask through desperate tears. my pearly whites! my fangs! where are they? where did you put them? V. our lungs full of smoke, you lay by my side. there’s a fire, i say quietly. come on. time to go. but you won’t move. VI. rosaries of milk around your eyes. i could have saved you.

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Truth holds many faces, like how fractured mirror show multiplicity.

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Jan 27, 2015

Jan 27, 2015 at 4:07 AM UTC

pax

Truth

Truth holds many faces, like how fractured mirror show multiplicity.

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