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Poisoned Cadavers
It’s hard to greet you properly- when you won’t let me get the words out. Those invisible strings make it feel like my throat is wrapped tight. There are claws there, I can’t see them, but I can feel them digging into my gut. You won’t let me be free Why won’t you…
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The Crow (is) Awakening
It rains for days on end here transforming from light pallets to boisterous drops It doesn’t bother the crows they flap those obsidian little wings spurring on tidal waves I’m afraid I might drown here
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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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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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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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Musings From 30,000 Feet
I find myself looking forward to the end of the month now; now that I’ve started this musing of some sort. I find it reassuring knowing that I’m talking to you all like this even though we don’t really communicate. I’d like to say this is a way for me to figure out…
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The Flower Effect
I’d like to experience that glow someday be blown away until I’m going going gone to enrapture a gaze so purely filled with an utter contempt that I’ve never felt as we watch the Sakura dance with the sky
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A Tribute To Mortals
I’ve transcended realms cascaded off the cusps of stardust and melded sharp meteorites into emeralds Procreated worlds Phenomenons of cataclysms that your kind scrounge for grovel over fluorescent spheres the old moons pray to Heavenly bodies Proclamations of glory and accolades of desire that garnish me in sharp creams litters…
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Nullified Hearts
I once shared a room next to you two In that quaint little house that shared my hopes and dreams It held a younger and delighted me I was so inexperienced but I believed true love existed I was free floating on a cloud painted by imaginary love and fulfillment…
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Pipe Dreams
I was the byproduct of my environment Polluted and disoriented Rough concretes and twisted lead that make up cluttered saclike captivities that we burrow in We call it home although it is just a house There are no fond memories here Only bullet paved windows and exhausted blinds…
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Unbosoming Myself
I’ve decided not to write a poem today, and instead I wanted to talk to you. Though it might not bring you any meaning or any type of entertainment, my conversing with you that is, but I’ve written a fair share amount of poetry this month so I thought it might be time for indulgence.…
Éloa 