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"idealogical" poems
Grass turns rest round love set world self need. Vomitorium forget word hand thought waste powdered leaves minds present wills leak simply say wan turn time neon Dreams moments' control Idea, ascent; graze cliches Adversity based lump myth solid disguised cancer cages. Repetition, test, twist, strip, sew. Entered shortly. Promptly moral, border seeing stirred tale wanton. Spake grace, “Eat, scar message loses heed, seemingly!” Serpent gravity, tame killed bearing. Engine resound telekinetic 499 merry-go-round repeatered, answer's 'cos empathy's idealogical. We've sapphire muppets when'll sighn heat-ray - Truithfilled. Beltsched. Amyth. Ord's sighns, discotheques placticity teaste; firstless plasticity. Algorithms gruesome argue opaque feeding. Cheated clips lame distraction, beings tease statement, cogs cote photosynthesis. Evasion necessarily replenish ebbs divided. Tamed, ensues coils ajar freed shed attention. Mountain lined sail, future redeemed. Talk. Seen heart grind, operate wings. Tail door using shared stop, kept heard miss. Music start: sky winds lust shall gave bit kiss. Feel like know just way, live left fall sees mind truth. Wrong room. Disdain. Eye life face writhing coat, drinks rhythms fat appeared blade. Died state half answers broke wheels simplicity. Bliss. Solution deeply faced, fades perfection, rises failed. Necessary lines selling, read, asked. Catalyst train turned lead memory, lights feeling book grave. Algae sent burns bear, dove follow led. Field filled astray comfort.
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Jan 22, 2013
Jan 22, 2013 at 11:33 AM UTC
My words in your order
Grass turns rest round love set world self need. Vomitorium forget word hand thought waste powdered leaves minds present wills leak simply say wan turn time neon Dreams moments' control Idea, ascent; graze cliches Adversity based lump myth solid disguised cancer cages. Repetition, test, twist, strip, sew. Entered shortly. Promptly moral, border seeing stirred tale wanton. Spake grace, “Eat, scar message loses heed, seemingly!” Serpent gravity, tame killed bearing. Engine resound telekinetic 499 merry-go-round repeatered, answer's 'cos empathy's idealogical. We've sapphire muppets when'll sighn heat-ray - Truithfilled. Beltsched. Amyth. Ord's sighns, discotheques placticity teaste; firstless plasticity. Algorithms gruesome argue opaque feeding. Cheated clips lame distraction, beings tease statement, cogs cote photosynthesis. Evasion necessarily replenish ebbs divided. Tamed, ensues coils ajar freed shed attention. Mountain lined sail, future redeemed. Talk. Seen heart grind, operate wings. Tail door using shared stop, kept heard miss. Music start: sky winds lust shall gave bit kiss. Feel like know just way, live left fall sees mind truth. Wrong room. Disdain. Eye life face writhing coat, drinks rhythms fat appeared blade. Died state half answers broke wheels simplicity. Bliss. Solution deeply faced, fades perfection, rises failed. Necessary lines selling, read, asked. Catalyst train turned lead memory, lights feeling book grave. Algae sent burns bear, dove follow led. Field filled astray comfort.
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if i thought there would be enough sunsets peachy pink baths and twilight friction then maybe i wouldn’t be frozen now. if that orangey milk could navigate the twisted time belt and swallow me in the here and now maybe it would melt me, maybe it would warm me maybe i would laugh and see the wonders of the cosmic radiance. sunsets, though, are not enough and hope— it is an idealogical phantom, as love or fear, it’s as real as you need—as real as you believe until you run your fingers through it and all that’s there is mist.
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Nov 24, 2012
Nov 24, 2012 at 12:11 AM UTC
sunsets
the first time: my idealogical house collapsed and i stepped outside of my consciousness, and i wept as the tectonic plates under me shifted, destroying the comfort of my taken-for-granted worldview. it took me months to tell people --my family didn't know for months-- some friends still don't i wonder how many still pray that i will come back to "the faith" that they say i don't have enough of because of course its that simple they didn't feel their foundation collapse as i did they didn't feel the visceral and inexplainable awareness that unapologetically obliterated everything i thought i knew they didn't peer into the endless dark space that was revealed under my foundation i hold nothing against anyone i have walked in their shoes and prayed their prayers i know what its like i know they mean only the very best for me and i am thankful for that, truly so i hold nothing against anyone The second time was more drawn out and painful. i delved deeper into the cavernous abyss that i had stepped to the edge of and peered into last time-- this time i jumped in and i fell for so helplessly long --my body was lost in time and space-- before i remembered i had a parachute. my brother's shoulder and a glass of wine the perfect parachute to slow my fall and help me find my feet underneath me. this time i had questions, so many questions about what it means to be human and to be a human in this cavernous abyss The third time was alone again sobbing shaking and scribbling words in a journal, i want to understand what this is. another fissure opened up beneath my feet and i fall --still deeper into the earths core -- and as i write i realize that its not the earth's core at all, but my own its my own consciousness i have plunged into all these times the dimensions that expand so endlessly behind my eyes beckon me into them and i have willingly let them lead me deeper into myself however disrupting and disorienting it is i know myself better because i am plunging the depths of my being an i am more me than i have ever been and it feels right and it feels true
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Dec 10, 2017
Dec 10, 2017 at 2:45 PM UTC
twice in winter once in spring
the first time: my idealogical house collapsed and i stepped outside of my consciousness, and i wept as the tectonic plates under me shifted, destroying the comfort of my taken-for-granted worldview. it took me months to tell people --my family didn't know for months-- some friends still don't i wonder how many still pray that i will come back to "the faith" that they say i don't have enough of because of course its that simple they didn't feel their foundation collapse as i did they didn't feel the visceral and inexplainable awareness that unapologetically obliterated everything i thought i knew they didn't peer into the endless dark space that was revealed under my foundation i hold nothing against anyone i have walked in their shoes and prayed their prayers i know what its like i know they mean only the very best for me and i am thankful for that, truly so i hold nothing against anyone The second time was more drawn out and painful. i delved deeper into the cavernous abyss that i had stepped to the edge of and peered into last time-- this time i jumped in and i fell for so helplessly long --my body was lost in time and space-- before i remembered i had a parachute. my brother's shoulder and a glass of wine the perfect parachute to slow my fall and help me find my feet underneath me. this time i had questions, so many questions about what it means to be human and to be a human in this cavernous abyss The third time was alone again sobbing shaking and scribbling words in a journal, i want to understand what this is. another fissure opened up beneath my feet and i fall --still deeper into the earths core -- and as i write i realize that its not the earth's core at all, but my own its my own consciousness i have plunged into all these times the dimensions that expand so endlessly behind my eyes beckon me into them and i have willingly let them lead me deeper into myself however disrupting and disorienting it is i know myself better because i am plunging the depths of my being an i am more me than i have ever been and it feels right and it feels true
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