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musings
I was going to write a poem today; but something important got brought to my attention. This time last year I was going through a lot of things. I was constantly battling with self harm, suicidal thoughts/depression, and anxiety. I know this is something others go through, and still something that some people…
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Lakmé, An Act in Four Parts
You are beautiful like melted wax a cream colored fluorescent that spills desire over my skin You tasted of jasmine tear dropped rosebuds I’d catch you by the tip of my tongue Lick drops of honeydew off of your skin you are an elixir on my tongue You…
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Prisoner of The Fates
Sometimes I forget that we’re not talking to each other that you don’t want me even though you’ve recounted constant lyrics to me You’ve pulled me along a thin string and I almost thought you were Clotho Like you devised my life by a simple thread You measured out the length of my…
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Crimson Dreams
Sometimes I feel utterly alone like my very existence mocks me This desperation sinks into the very cartilages of my bones It laughs at my sobs This earth giggles points mocking fingers not once questioning my depression This desolation that I have come to welcome more than love itself…
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Tidal Waves
Let’s go to the end of the world darling paint that grass golden light up red streaks in the sky The sun will follow us cast rays of amour the glow shall light up your skin I’d trace that path until the ends of this earth
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1st September Miracle
It helps me writing everyday, knowing that at the end of the month, I have something to look forward to. I once thought it was a burden, and maybe I still have some type of remorse for it, but for the most part it helps me; lets me know that maybe, just maybe you…
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Strings of Detachment
I wish I could convey my feelings to you properly Then I’d be able to tell you how much I loathe you how much I love you how much it pains me to know that I’ll never talk to you again To have to see you with her and him traces…
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Song Without Words
There are words in the wind little sonnets that I’ve made up just for you It carries my tune my remorse and if you were to listen hard enough you could feel how I yearn for you darling But that breeze flows past you it ruffles your hair kisses your cheeks…
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ikaros
You make me feel as if you drudged me up from one of his ribs Like I was the muse Shakespeare wrote about He could have been that fucking sun And I’d melt all the wax I hold in my feathers just for a taste of that luminescence
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incubated metronomes
Blue melts over the horizon drudging up golden waves stars lit over a dim horizon Compasses that Chronos could never have marveled There are hourglasses in your eyes minute little staffs cast over the dordogne High supremacies that travel down to marvel at your worth You are untouchable intangible…
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latent musings
What did I see in you? I saw every star over the dordogne in your eyes You could have pieced together thunderbolts melded by Zeus set ice over Hades You could have rivaled Chronos himself
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Turpentine, Watch Them All Consume
I am a blank canvas A perfect shell of Erebus corrupted with smeared shades of turpentine blunt molded holes erupted into sharp cloths I am what you see when you are lapsed between the earth and Hades carefully captivated yet dulled around the edges A caricature of melded pieces drudged…
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– – – space
You know that feeling you get when you might be blacking out but you haven’t touched it yet? When it feels like you can touch space but you can still taste reality? You can still feel every stroke on your skin but it’s so featherlight that it’s as if you’re submerged…
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