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Simone comes wailing in
louder than any bomb siren—
tear stains tearing
through her beige cheeks
too often to process
as any emoting—
& I tell her what
I want to be told;
you’re okay
stop
there have been
worse moons
& you have clung
to something amicable
to life for years
even if your lungs
don’t burn as hot.
I’m always hanging
with the crowd
with psyche stains
on their knees,
agendas swabbed
in the line between
the first & last word
& enough abject sadness
to conquer a therapist’s
waiting room with
molotov cocktails
lit with ripped off
strips of dreams.
Kiki rests & rubs
my silence like fingers
on a lion’s nearly
yawning mouth—
small talk
paranoia paraphernalia
conducted by osmosis—
she knows the danger
in my kinetic muscles.
The only missing
is the foreign language peace
I boxed down the day before
the city’s throat stung
with clogged cotton—
the one that fermented
in my guts like wine
in a casket
until it dissolved itself
for future dystopic preservation.
I cannot blame men
for the jingy wiring
& I cannot catch
the bullet train of
someone’s palm until
I can hold my own.
louder than any bomb siren—
tear stains tearing
through her beige cheeks
too often to process
as any emoting—
& I tell her what
I want to be told;
you’re okay
stop
there have been
worse moons
& you have clung
to something amicable
to life for years
even if your lungs
don’t burn as hot.
I’m always hanging
with the crowd
with psyche stains
on their knees,
agendas swabbed
in the line between
the first & last word
& enough abject sadness
to conquer a therapist’s
waiting room with
molotov cocktails
lit with ripped off
strips of dreams.
Kiki rests & rubs
my silence like fingers
on a lion’s nearly
yawning mouth—
small talk
paranoia paraphernalia
conducted by osmosis—
she knows the danger
in my kinetic muscles.
The only missing
is the foreign language peace
I boxed down the day before
the city’s throat stung
with clogged cotton—
the one that fermented
in my guts like wine
in a casket
until it dissolved itself
for future dystopic preservation.
I cannot blame men
for the jingy wiring
& I cannot catch
the bullet train of
someone’s palm until
I can hold my own.
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My Promises To You
I promise to always love you
Today and every day that follows
I am handing you my heart
May it go wherever yours goes
I promise to never leave you
I will stand forever by your side
There's nothing that can break us
When our hearts are intertwined
I promise that in our dying days
When nothing is as it was before
Not only will I still love you
I will love you even more
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To the you who was my everything.
You can call it cliche, or even naive. Back then...
we truly thought we'd spend out lives together.
I remember it more clearly than the the days since it ended.
The day we met.
I somehow knew I had to have you in my life, I made sure it would happen.
I needed you.
You may not have known it yourself, for all you had suffered, been through, the damage you'd been dealt.
You had a light within you
You may not have known...For you I seemed like a bright light in the darkness, but you didn't know then just how deep the abyss inside me was.
I needed that light
My world became about you, for better or for worse...
I would m
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Fiction Within Reality
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The thing I do remember was the house itself. Up until that point in my short life, I had never been in a house that large and elaborately decorated. It was very old and had accumulated a wide variety of artwork and antiques in it's history. Appare
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11:11-ish rambles--
i am a monster these nights.
something kind of maybe
like a velvet song
(if i wish hard enough).
i made up jingy for
the tonal quality--
deal with it.
i am a monster these nights.
something kind of maybe
like a velvet song
(if i wish hard enough).
i made up jingy for
the tonal quality--
deal with it.
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holy fuck.