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Dear
pitiful flower plucker--
chasing plastic miracle muscle extension
to mask your small bloom
stop polluting front page
with you suckage
and get a life already--
bring burner accounts with you
while you are at it.

💭
i drink a coffee the way a wound bleeds
warm beneath my skin
its heat bites at my palms
a reminder of something
that once beat too loud
that was swallowed in the calm
that comes after the storm

they say the room leans into silence
a soft presence that fills in blanks
barely there and kind of everywhere
clinging to places no one dares to touch

my girlfriend once asked
if i ever wanted the world to feel it
my heat beneath the calm
the quiet fire that burns low
waiting for the right moment to go wild
if i ever wanted to break something solid
glass bone or a fragile line

i smiled at her slow and uneven
like a ribbon unwinding in the wind
i wasn't ready to give her an answer
the ground beneath me stirred
a ripple of something getting ready to break
the quiet before the earthquake

i know rage

how it rises
like smoke spewing from wet wood
a scream tangled in tears you can't hide
a fist swelling thick with heat
only to roll back into itself
settling like ash

but i also know silence
deep and dependable
like the roots of a big tree
twisting beneath the earth
keeping strong against the storm
kindly asking to keep off

it echoes in me
kind of a reminder
this too will pass
and when it does
what remains will not be shaken

and i think
there's a slant to the world
a tilt
faint but undeniable
where everything feels
kind of out of sorts
like a burning mess
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she thought we could swim along
easy breezy
not much speed
but at least far away

but then came the tide
tossing me in with a posse
of murky bad blood
who always did what they said
they'd never do

my girlfriend kept reminding me
my promises sink fast
but bob later
more bloated than true

she says my word is buoyant
until someone leans on me
but her disappointment
never drowns
just drifts
closer to mud
smiling like driftwood
posing as my rescue

i think
i need a better life jacket
so i can flotsam away
or maybe
a new girlfriend
who won't jetsam
with a posse of murky bad blood

💭
Too lost
To find
Words, far behind

Bridges everywhere
No destination
Destined

Spaces built
Indoors empty
Felt

Don’t look deep
The end‘s nowhere
To find
Written on 24th January 2025
Lucas Stone Apr 10
she likes to follow me
into the steam
where the water blurs
kinda somewhere between her skin
and my dreams
she says to don't give any mind to her
she's just here to kneel and pray
i don't speak

she listens to the way i breathe

when i think no one is near
i let her finish praying
and let out a big scream
i thinks she kinda likes it
when i call her Amen

💭
Lucas Stone Apr 9
she tucks them there
right under my nose
her tiny pink hipsters
kinda like some soft silky secret
silk under my sleep
not to forget
just to tease me a little
kinda her way of saying
i was here
i'm gonna be back for more
her pink flag of tender ******
waving with laughs and skin
whispering hot stuff
her cotton-made pillow talk

💭
Lucas Stone Apr 9
she speaks in riddles sometimes
a smile longing sideways
words slipping past her teeth
like marbles she slips under my tongue
when she kisses me
my tongue-and-cheek girlfriend
laughs lodged in her dimples
truths tucked
under her winks and shoulder shrugs
she tells me love
isn't something to shout about
just something to chew slowly
kinda like sour bubblegum
you're addicted and can let go

and i believe her
even when she calls me a poet
kinda like and a dare
more than a compliment
but i don't care
she's my favorite sour bubblegum

💭
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