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  Feb 6 Sin
She wraps her silhouette in inky cloth
Dusts her skin with sugar,
Embeds jewels in her body
She imposes herself gently
I am spiraling galaxy and nebulous cloud
I am atom and supernova
I am here
, she calls, cloying,
She is a ringing in the ears,
She is silver-tongued and cruel
She is endlessly tantalizing.
And, when her soft melody begins to play in the wind
And sound and silence invert themselves
She cries,
Entangle yourself in me
Let yourself fall away into the shifting grass
Let the roots of the trees claw themselves out of the loam brown dirt
And consume you in solemn embrace
Let me pull you in
Dream for me
Decay for me
Worship me
Always be watching me,
she sings,
her gaze like the anchor on a sinking ship.
All is lost in hopeless fixation,
Caught and unable to tear away
And as the roots cover your eyes and dirt gets in your mouth
You cannot even scream her name:
  Feb 6 Sin
Poems aren't written,
they're found,
Somewhere in your head the words are waiting,
They're sprawled across the floor,
You just need to pick them up,
Make a path with them,
Let your path guide observers,
And if you can't write,
Walk down somebody's else's path first,
First poem I've written, to anybody who reads this is hope you enjoyed it and it made you day a little better
Sin Feb 6
I liked you better when I didn’t know you.

Your lies are made of glass.
I know you’re hoping that we’ll last.

the past is in the past.

Into my eyes.

Tell me,
we won’t crash.
  Feb 6 Sin
All that stupid poetry
Makes sense to me
Tell me everything
Lose your shirt
Like your dignity
Get an answer out of me
**** me with poetry
Like that pain
Behind your eyes
Tell me why
I don't
Or did
Or do
Mean anything to you
***** me
**** me

Push me
Tell me why you couldn't love me

But you could **** me


And over

Tell me

**** around
Don't make a sound
Choke an answer out of me
Lose your mind like your

I can tell
You didn't give it to me

**** me with your stupid
Melancholy poetry

Tell me why you didn't love me

Tell me
You do now
You can't have me.
  Feb 6 Sin
And when you left
I overwatered all your flowers
  Feb 6 Sin
conflictions drown minds 
when blurred by our afflictions
So share some compassion
Do you have the ability
To hold amiability
To save hearts
With the warmth of your hands
To save others from drowning
Generations come and go
Crumble and never form
But will we
Grow, hold, and mold
To save the only mother we share?
  Feb 6 Sin
I’m a soul
Broken or in pieces
Does it matter
Not so much
When sunrises heal and peel the hard times
I’m a soul
But my mind is torn
Because souls form trouble when they don’t learn to love each other
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