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Ray Suarez Nov 2016
Fleeing smoke;risen
Proud and delicate
Ghosts of wild horses
What IS this?
Eyes bathe
Darkness;bliss
My soul folds into itself
Gentle now
A metropolis collapsing into
Sinkhole
Gentle now; now
What is THIS?
Bluepurples burst growglow
Then vanish
More appear
Matter cannot be created or
Destroyed?
Yeah?
That hugs me like grizzly hibernation
I am ancient
Thats it!
I have been here for centuries
I remember
Protozoa ****** in prehistoric lake
The boredom of burning stars
Massive galaxies collapsing like
Waves
Yes. I am satisfied with that.
WHAT IS THIS?
Bodies burnt back to ash
An "i guess i'll just have..."
Kind of dinner for worms
To be consumed and created anew
Againagainagain again
Yes!
No?
No...
I cant figure it out...
My heart beats
Detonation countdown
After all this
My own heart will be the one
To **** me
What is this?
I don't have much time.
Joanna Oz Sep 2015
"i must rethink everything i have ever thought"
relearn everything i have ever read.
i must swallow every deed, and re-commit them again,
this time with clean hands and a blank head.
i must return every thing i have ever bought
reweave everything i have destroyed.
i must rewind every memory wheel, record over every fantasy
remake everything into blank tapes of empty static.
i must recite everything i have ever written
reform everything i have ever touched.
i must rehash every feeling and regurgitate them in a landfill
cover everything up with re-purposed rennin and oil spills.
i must re-gouge every ear hole and re-listen to every sound
i must regress into every state of creation
recoil back into a single cell.

rinse, repeat.
and
againagainagain.
first line lifted from the beautiful poetry of Rachel Coyne ("tempt"), an indescribable inspiration and friend
smallhands Aug 2014
I the inevitable longing for touch,
  the presence,  the skin
  the voice of the one
  who had to leave
  despite the logic and honesty
  and dedication to what is best
  these embers cannot be extinguished,
  no matter how hard you try
  to smother them

II inside the confining walls of the car,
    the engine running, heart pounding, and
    lips eager for a match in motion
    pretending that this won't affect
    anything, it won't carry over to
    tomorrow, to next week, till the
    next month

III chemicals in synchronisation with
     desires, but matter defies you, and
     you keep trying though it makes
     you feel utterly hopeless

IV wanting that againagainagain
     retrospect,
     alleyways,
     speeding down that common street

V abandon these worries of breaking
   and just delve into your true desire
   headfirst
   we stand in the woods alone-
   you tell me it cannot happen,
   my eyes beg you to change your mind
   each trying to make the other see our
   theory when all we both need is love

-cj

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