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I'm back to feeling
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A) my emotions
B) alone
C) afraid
D) burnt out
E) happy
F) better
I'm back to feeling
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I'm back to feeling
like I need something
Feb 27
Feb 27, 2026 at 9:06 PM UTC
But
i want to think— that is it!
i want to recall them
to reconcile with them
i want to make peace with my memories
Heart
Dec 25, 2024
Dec 25, 2024 at 10:23 AM UTC
The greater space
One allows to
The stronger base
They hold
Life will be
Much simpler
If only we know
Whom to keep distance
Whom to get close
Whom to allow 1 sec
Whom to hear more
Whom to release free
Whom to hold on
Whom to welcome
Whom to bid silence
Oct 9, 2020
Oct 9, 2020 at 8:34 PM UTC
Who dares enjoy your gold with you?
What good is it Midas? It's contaminated.
When will you, if ever, enjoy it again?
Where is your preferred seating now?
Why persist with your follies? Don't touch me.
May 10, 2020
May 10, 2020 at 12:43 PM UTC
Listen carefully
It may deceive
Being novel
For the reasons unknown
Corona is contagious
Stay
Ahead of it
Or behind
Spacing in between
Trust me
You will be safe
Survivor's guide
The way it is
Okay?
Feb 8, 2020
Feb 8, 2020 at 8:53 AM UTC
The old immor(t)al wound
He tak
es a
gil
den
ro
d
mouthful
Unaware of ichor
Power. Deceit. Malice.
co urs es thro ug
h h is v
e i n
s
and bleeds onto his w
(abh)or
(go)ld
Feb 3, 2020
Feb 3, 2020 at 5:03 PM UTC
Devoted to your second hand
Your electrifying
Admonishment your embrace solidifying
a swirling technicolor land
(move)
Meant along your path engroove,
bring
error receiver much to be desired
Jan 31, 2020
Jan 31, 2020 at 7:10 PM UTC
Since feeling is first, and syntax is lies,
To enscribe you, my darling little jay,
I would have to ask, "Is there any way?"
Not of mimsy guise and anything-dyes,
But of nоnce-nonsense and everything-sighs,
Keep these thoughts pastiche on a wayward bay,
And perhaps leave them, removed on display,
Entirely altogether?
You are this fool's ". . ."
". . ." as '. . .' but ". . ."
Lea ve me ". . ." on, a . . .
A skip! for,
". . . & . . ." "can"t; f o r get
(love ". . .") and you,
". . ."
Jan 31, 2020
Jan 31, 2020 at 5:17 PM UTC
I hear you talk,
I see your lips moving.
The shape of your mouth forming letters after letters.
I smile and agree.
Eyes crinkle with mirth,
My voice booms in the space between us and the silence of the universe.
I see you,
I hear you,
But do I really?
I'm there, but I'm not.
I feel, but I don't.
I smile, when I feel pain
And I talk when I'm not sure what to say.
It's not me you're talking to,
But my body responding to you,
Like an autopilot.
Dec 22, 2019
Dec 22, 2019 at 12:46 PM UTC
A blanket of
fractures,
ample rigid structures
A liquid
s
e
e
p
s
the t cold
r
frigid o fragments
u
g
of h the
north
Where tufts gather in the sherbet of -frozen- dust
The glistening indigo amongst
the platinum
blanket
I shiver.
The cutting
wind
admires the empty
shell
for I stood
there
Gazing at the
noise
Cut black.
In transparent fallacy
The temple of glass amongst the cold
golden
sun
speaking to -me-
referring
pointing g
looking at n -me-
i
ris
up
in an
warcry
i t n e v e r s l e e p s
but
I
awaken.
Dec 21, 2017
Dec 21, 2017 at 4:11 PM UTC
i will not
t
e
a
r
myself
a p a r t
to make someone else
WHOLE
Dec 19, 2017
Dec 19, 2017 at 1:32 AM UTC
Tempo grave, sempre sospirando
An inner nocturne
When I am writing my own opus
The ink stains carress my hand
Crossed out lines, struck down
I am my own symphony
The sad tones of E flat minor
Paint the walls of this chamber a naive black
It creases the sheet music that I play
The resonating chamber within its thorny grasp
Keep my hands from playing
As the melancholic tones
Play their song on their own
#
The piano plays
I yet
have
to
compose
The piano GLEAMS
Something
The piano SINGS
that keeps me
||: The piano LINGERS
From choking
myself
The piano SUFFERS
In an eternal
embrace
The p i a n o SCREAMS :||
The p i a n o CHOKES
The p i a n o DIES
the
p i a n o
Of needles
and thorns
D.S. Al fine, senza repetizione
Nov 11, 2017
Nov 11, 2017 at 5:56 AM UTC
A cacophony of sound
Muster no wavelengths too abundant
For a master of space
Designs time to their own will
Short notes,
l o n g t o n e s
All resolve by a single
click
Strings
snapping
HORN sounds
|Bars| and
-beats-
are
c
a
s
c
a
d
i
n
g
Deteriorating phrases
accumulate to a white noise
I direct and guide
my symphony
to
the
last
note
fermata
Nov 3, 2017
Nov 3, 2017 at 7:05 PM UTC
vigorous or calm
it will always remind me of you.
the smell of the sea brings back nostalgia.
the same reassuring feeling
you gave runs through my mind.
stepping on the heated sand
gives me the same warm sensation
I got whenever I crossed your path.
the wet sand forms with each step
just like how my smile molded
with each sweet word you spoke.
the swift back and forth motion of the waves
it's constancy having the same beautiful flow of your voice.
watching the water crash against the rocks
they hit hard against it without hesitation
just as hard as it hit me
when you told me there was somebody else.
my heart dropped to the bottom of my stomach
as fast as the stone I cast in the water
sinks to the ocean floor.
the tide finally glide past my ankles
and I try to imagine someone else.
it never works though.
my fingers become numb with the thought
that my image will never appear in your mind again.
my eyes burn.
I feel my throat get tight.
I pretend the ocean reminds me of nobody.
but once the tide goes down
I only see your face washed up on shore.
Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 4:40 PM UTC