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#taciturn
We are two sublime entities pushing boundaries shifting shapes drifting through life stomachs eager for the madness of digestion smoke & acid billowing pillowing spillowing against the organic walls the defenses so thicc & sticky we scratch our heads calmly patiently waiting out the silence conversations can't understand so comfy we love our close nothingness our joint voids our abysmal futures
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Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 2:06 AM UTC
smoke & acid
Taciturn, Stoics cannot crack
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Feb 2, 2020
Feb 2, 2020 at 6:38 PM UTC
Of Mine
Happy Joe Joseph, is a war to eat? They grow food, children, and stares; we owe A choice nary, the other side of a heart to beat Out, a house getting bigger... Has moments for a man, to meet Somebody in his shade, a quiet trigger... Ready to pick, you from history's heat The house built, judges a shame Panic, made a need's home, is a quiet fame Shown how, we vie for names, no one samed Without, us, hell is nothing but the sense of a game Truth, spirits, and creation; we still owe Being the cares of worth, are we to dread? A host so obvious, looking for a world to know Can a shadow of rests, become light overhead? Hungry, for one more liberty? Have an insight, it will avoid The nature of silences patience; puberty? Here is the right to owe, the other side of our choice...
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Sep 21, 2025
Sep 21, 2025 at 2:04 AM UTC
A Daisy Wronged, Owes Me A Smile
While the world roars let a mild taciturnus overturn, The way you move silent in the soft slow as we learn You wear a habit of withholding speech in a stillness, That chooses not to break itself, in sound, drips bless, Open it gently w/you the gentle word in you unfolds, Close your full a hand round something warm holds, Something wants nothing can't survive lips of change I look into your eyes what language beauty in a range The noise of being loud too much for what’s inside us When it matters more than a weary word can say fuss The speech cheapens the thing, flatten it bare & found, In your bones barefoot feet that barely touch a ground Pressure, deep water holding its shape, despite a form O protect a meaning feed her lips that open in a storm, Not walls but soft barriers move us close bursting thru Wait ... the word kisses your sky makes a world of you
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2d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 7:04 AM UTC
Let a Mild Taciturnus Overturn