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I wonder about
the will of names
& how they find us—
searching out
interstellar souls
raised like dust
against the atmosphere
& then our mothers.
If you become
what you're called—
come to a small set
of letters & sounds—
can you say you're not just
a dictation of people
around you?
Halfway around the world
there is someone
with closed eyes—
the sun whispering pillow talk
for them to open—
& here you sit next to
the sure-firing gun of night,
the thread of a title
taut on both your fingers
& no other ties.
They've called you
the wrong pseudonym
for twenty-two years—
tightening around
your vocal chords
until the only noise
you hear or speak is
a name not yours.
the will of names
& how they find us—
searching out
interstellar souls
raised like dust
against the atmosphere
& then our mothers.
If you become
what you're called—
come to a small set
of letters & sounds—
can you say you're not just
a dictation of people
around you?
Halfway around the world
there is someone
with closed eyes—
the sun whispering pillow talk
for them to open—
& here you sit next to
the sure-firing gun of night,
the thread of a title
taut on both your fingers
& no other ties.
They've called you
the wrong pseudonym
for twenty-two years—
tightening around
your vocal chords
until the only noise
you hear or speak is
a name not yours.
Literature
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
Literature
You say you love me
You say you love to hear me ramble, yet you always cut me off.
You say you want a future with me, yet you see no future for yourself.
You say you love to make me smile, yet you always make me cry.
Literature
Love?
I cannot imagine why Love,
my love,
my anger,
my guilt
at this moment,
consumes the remainder
of my pleasure.
It seems that
despite the silence,
my wounds
are not healing.
It doesn’t matter…
I weep in agony
and my heart
is nothing but a shackle
to bind my pulse;
my existence in this…
comfortable destruction.
Emotional walls do talk;
much like a silent smile
can break across a face,
and tears can betray.
Perfectly good emotions
fester in the soul,
and what were once traces
of complete and tender
caresses of passion while
resting in comforting arms…
are now scars;
numb,
deep,
and cold
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inspired by seeing a photograph/set of poems *vespera posted of a boy named Jordan & then thinking about the Jordan in my life & how they're so drastically different (by looks alone & i'm guessing natures).
overall theme used:
name not mine
lesser theme used:
dictation
please read *vespera's work here:
[link]
overall theme used:
name not mine
lesser theme used:
dictation
please read *vespera's work here:
[link]
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I love the ending