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----------------------------------------------------- The window was always a choice I called a vantage point. I told myself I was studying the storm— its pressure systems, its particular shade of Gray, the way it moved like something with intention. I was not studying the storm. I was deciding whether I deserved to be rained on. ----------------------------------------------------- The glass has a temperature. I know this because I have been pressing my hand against it for longer than I've admitted to anyone, including the storm. ----------------------------------------------------- There is a moment before the door— not the opening, not the stepping through— just the hand on the handle finally understanding that wet is not the same as drowned. -----------------------------------------------------
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Mar 7
Mar 7, 2026 at 11:10 AM UTC
The Temperature of Glass
Spring comes And I find myself fond of fall. Summer dawns And I admire more winter. Fall arrives And I cherish spring newly. Winter blossoms And I appreciate summer more clearly.
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Apr 27, 2025
Apr 27, 2025 at 8:27 AM UTC
Perspective: The One Royal
Aqueous bombs descend from these eyes / As I wonder beneath nightfall. / Seeing, hearing the kaleidoscopic dream / As it unravels, unfurls through me / Heightens my perceptivities. / I am luminous, I am luminous / As I glisten upon the dreamscape. / I am a cosmic reverberation, / An ethereal resonation / Luminosity, blue-hot./ Self-sovereignty: / I am a freedom all my own, / Lows (algid), / Highs (empyreal, pyroclastic); / I am astral. /
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Aug 12, 2024
Aug 12, 2024 at 9:46 PM UTC
Beneath Nightfall (Originally penned on Wednesday, September 27th, 2023)
your fists are like cannonballs hard, closed you trap me in the palm of your sweaty hands crushing me but the warmth is the only temperature i feel so i stick by your disheartening side
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Jul 24, 2022
Jul 24, 2022 at 10:38 AM UTC
temperature
Last Night it rained and poured, Lightning and Thunder. Passion seeped thru the Sheets, of Two Hearts that lay Under. Kisses were exchanged, to pacify the brewing Storm. Hands went Flirting, soaring the Temperatures Warm. As both legs got locked high up the Shoulder. The Night, turned Darker and the moves, got Bolder. Nights on White Satin, are truly a Delight. Romance is on the High Seas, until the Sun pops it's Light.
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Sep 19, 2021
Sep 19, 2021 at 8:46 AM UTC
Romance on High Seas
It is so bright outside, I have to squint my eyes. Has it snowed again? What a great surprise. 'Cos Winter has long gone. Yesterday there were blossoms colouring the landscape white. Temperature must have dropped quite drastic in the night. April's weird and getting weirder. Changed my plans for today and bear it with a grin, just like the bumblebee I've decided to stay in.
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Jul 5, 2021
Jul 5, 2021 at 3:31 AM UTC
Snow in Spring
~ *...of wine and mirth and holy birth, of flowers and promise and braided calmness, of hummingbird and dragonfly and their descending sky, of porpoise and whale and us as wind against the sail, of grown wishes and sadness in the flat fields under duress, of sugar-filled cocoons and syrup and sweetest honeymoon trip, of dimples of Venus and smiles from Adonis, of thin walls about her room in hopes to visit soon, of all things made and said and each time we shared a bed...* ~
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Jul 21, 2021
Jul 21, 2021 at 5:49 PM UTC
Chambré
Drunk in Love? No Am high and you know The temperature hear is low Join me, take this plant of *** Come up and make it hot You're so hot, grace my thought
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May 1, 2021
May 1, 2021 at 6:34 AM UTC
Altitude
how do you get a boilover? you can turn up the heat add more water or increase the pressure of course, you're using a melting *** so there might be some difference in how much you'd need of each, respectively no past recipe can really offer preparation the water's not the same the temperatures' change and pressure varies wildly from kitchen to kitchen
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Feb 3, 2021
Feb 3, 2021 at 11:57 AM UTC
Revolt
As summer unfolds the scent of dusty roads urges us to roam the succulent fig the crimson mulberry overcome the mother’s call to scurry back for dinner Instead, we scatter like sheaf thrown to the wind and there is nobody but us in this unraveling earth for we are ones of a kind When winter comes frost kisses with its lips the sills of our windows its curling fingers grips the air without a touch Then, we slouch back and huddle like a flock of penguins in the Antarctic seeping heat one onto another waddling in circles flowing as a whole a collective race From without inwards from within back out we are together, and apart
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Aug 29, 2019
Aug 29, 2019 at 7:39 AM UTC
Lyrical Physics #11: Phase separation
Mercury expands As pinched faces are eased and Flowers remembered
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Feb 9, 2019
Feb 9, 2019 at 1:57 PM UTC
Haiku
I was no fool and here my favor was one that overcame a voice of salacious mold and might throttle my goad and too berserk with her bare in this fold with Carroll Stream that extreme today in Carol Stream there was the cold went to bed with a sweater just to wake a buddy in Claremont weather that a whiplash tomorrow made best picture in ole LA
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Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 12:12 PM UTC
Carrole Stream And Gasoline
your frozen heart barely pumps slushied blood all the way to your blue fingertips you hope for me to grab your hands and warm you even just for a second your heart is a rock abiotic and unbeating just a cold weight in your chest to remind you of your lost humanity maybe once you knew warmth but now you don’t even shiver you are so far gone you treat me like ice to freeze me just as you’ve been
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Oct 24, 2018
Oct 24, 2018 at 4:17 PM UTC
frozen
Cold and heat combine. Temperatures are a gaze we lose our mind. Currents of the ocean predict. A pattern for me and you something we can not forget. Weather is used as a weapon. Not only by nature but second guessing. How can this be, you would ask? Something more you can give us, something we could grasp. We are all in for a rude awakening. Electricity is all that they would be faking. Plants and animals cease to exist. The kind of anger that makes me pound my fist. This is the only weapon they can use. To feed our guilt to fill this ruse. Being human and united is the only way we can be. In the future maybe then you will see.
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Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 11:18 AM UTC
Spiteful Spirts
My teeth chatter with surprising rhythm One-e-and-a-Two-e-and- A bright red face from the scolding wind. My knees knock, One and Two And my feet tap, One Two times this week I've sat in the cold And two times this week I wished I were inside
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Feb 13, 2018
Feb 13, 2018 at 4:38 AM UTC
The Rhythm of the Cold
it is cold then hot                     so quickly it is tough it is hard                     but melts with heat it tings it taps and                 knocks      about                              the surfaces                     of the kitchen worktop              these are properties that stir tea it is cold then hot                     so quickly it is cool it is calm                     but bends under pressure it sings it raps and                 talks      about                               the textures                               of existence              these are properties that stir me
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Jan 7, 2018
Jan 7, 2018 at 7:09 AM UTC
Logos - 3 -
Bubbles and smoke Wavering flames and twisting, spiralling water Like two tornadoes of varying temperature and temperament, And equal as different the opposing elements Earth and air lay dormant as I lay, Entranced, By the visions that my very mind manipulates into my reality
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Sep 4, 2016
Sep 4, 2016 at 10:00 PM UTC
Equilibrum
There we where just cruising along But I could tell something was wrong Your temperature was starting to rise And off of you smoke started to rise Then you just up and died I looked to the sky And I cry Why Why now, why you Why Lord, now what do I do I call a tow trunk to come to our aid To pick up the mess that you made He picks up your useless carcass I just want to cuss Never again we'll it be us
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Mar 29, 2016
Mar 29, 2016 at 6:12 PM UTC
CAR-CUSS
Dehydrated skin, like leather You being here doesn't make it better Forehead against forehead I feel my temperature rise You make me sick to my stomach Dear - Darling - My little stomach bug
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Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 3:32 PM UTC
I'm so sick
Life is cruel and unkind Boiled over with wasted time Count the hands of moments lost, tick by seconds, minutes tossed Temperature rises and hits the mark A hundred degrees turns too stark Bed of sand and heat wave sear Weigh it down with constant fear Mercury rises an internal kind Cuts right through a melted mind Turn it off, burn the fool Anger mounts then its cool
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Aug 13, 2015
Aug 13, 2015 at 11:40 AM UTC
Boiled Over
The temp of my body is insinc with the earth The health of my bones is tossed with the rocks turn The temp of my body is insinc with yours The heat of the body burns down to my core The temperature of the temple is increasing rapidly And the height of the thunder is high and howling The earth stops to turn The seas dry to burn The thunder cries and yearns, to howl at our bodies insinc heated temperatures.
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Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 1:39 AM UTC
Temperatures