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AydanL Aug 2
This behaviour's awfully
senseless, my frailness explains.

The explanations in my head
never forfeiting their place.

-

It takes time, conforming to such
effortless grief... not a question of
age, but purpose;

what drives us to harbor, what
drives us off that cliff?

-

A touch, a kiss—

the caress of things other than short-
term relievers.
AydanL Aug 2
Let us be the sunrise,

tall buildings, street lights
that shine bright at night.

Let us not hide in the
public restrooms of our lives,

damaged mirrors will always
give off broken reflections.

Let us be the libraries and the
stories their books tell.

Let them be read and
published within ourselves.
AydanL Aug 2
Today
I ran away

from an
uncomfortable
situation.

Forcing
new plans
upon old,

placing
dreams among
higher heights.

It was only
yesterday that I

promised you
that everything

would
be alright.
AydanL Aug 2
Dress me up,

tuck me
somewhere tight.

Reveal me
only to your friends

as they

admire their own self-
portraits;

as I paint mine-
in a corner,

near the door.
AydanL Aug 1
Pleasure witnessed
Via ***** desire
My independence
A mirror to admire

Debris dismissed
By grimacing sires
The ups and downs
Of being on fire

Southern ridges
Structures perspire
Majesty obstructed
One can only inquire

Opportunity reigns
Following yet prior
The here and now
To which we aspire

Crucial steps
Thrusting us higher
Reaching the top
A shared empire

Common privilege
A costumed attire
The ins and outs of
What we acquire
AydanL Aug 1
Traveling here
I did arrive

into crimson night,
by holy light,

bells tolling over
seas and shores,

old bodies with
fresh bits releasing;

coming and going,
to see what hadn't been.

For when it was
(this life) prune-true

it had you come by
the affluence of decadence,

putting to bed
all that you ever had

congratulating
the indoctrinated.

Running on(...)
hand width widening,

a tiny universe.

Black tipped feathery
wings spread wide

the size of towers,
mimicking investments.

How a birds neck
does crane

against flat blue skies.
Eyes set upon it all,

rearing away
from the dark alleys.
AydanL Aug 1
I keep
dipping my toe

into the pre-existed,

scrutinising its
frustrations,

celebrating,
inconspicuously,

highlighted moments—

beckoning its
non resistance,

confusing that
with

unwarranted arrests
and charges,

or misery
proceeding joy.

Rid of it like
flames on a candle,

detaching from
fragile,

goodwill-fraud.

Thankful I
ended up here,

respect to
whoever might be

“still out there”
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