Navy Blue

@blurredflicker's poetry blog

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a drawing I made to my poem, "Time and the flame clock".

Burn.

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Time and the Flame Clock

Tick Tick Tick. Kindling is collected, the gallon of gasoline in a firm grasp. Liquid splashes onto the sunrise. Time, Ticking away. For I know a fire will burn, but how long it will last is a mystery to me.

The lighter wheel struck, dropped. COUNTDOWN. Watch the lit flame fall with tired eyes Whilst praying for everything lost, biting back secrets, white fanged teeth. Still counting, time ticking on the flame clock Watch the gasoline light, then the kindling, fast forward. The forest is burning. Standing in the middle of it all. Impassive.

I am safe here.

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Bowie

do the cosmos spin when he picks up his guitar? do the galaxies twirl in his outstretched palm? his music bringing hope to the next generation, he strums the chords, He sings his song. he is color where the world knows not in the stark grey of the stage, starman rebounds to look down on the smiling faces of the crowd.

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Magician's Hands

flicker, pixelate. wasn't there before but now so bright I shield my eyes of it like the ace of a sleeve, pulled to conceal a fate, a tragedy. you're caught in arachne's web because the leaves of Eden won't shield you while the sun won't always shine but you count on it to, it did today so it will tomorrow you base your logic off what you know gesture. Your gloved fingers tell me nothing, sorcerer. untouchable to seemingless silk and your fabric flows like water over the river stones, every move so carefully constructed daylight vanishing over the hand you've dealt. Cabaret. Paid for wine spilled, whiskey. Your illusive nature, only for one night, haunting presence. so you'll slip away again, into the darkness pulling back the tides never to relent again the same three notes on repeat, the song in my head, casino, do you hear me? with those sparking eyes, throwing off light your goal to distract, to amaze and your gloved silk glistens with tears in the night so you'll tip your hat, to the thundering of your latest audience but your audience are the people you talk to you are the actor, putting on a show so they don't suspect what you know, that your hands are empty while your head is nothing but, always thinking, choosing, planning and you digress, brush off, reassure, backstab, assassinate with ease if looks could kill, you'd be a murderer twenty times over. if your eyes are daggers, your movements rough as running water so you bow, curtsy, head backstage, silver tongue. the show is over, you resume, conductor on your very own steam train but the steam train is the party and you've reached the caboose so try not to drown in the booze, the essence of misted night fill your flask don't let it corrupt you, traveler, as it corrupts many others. live to love another day, to tip your hat to a roaring crowd, show off. twirl your coins, your card games, magic tricks. magician's hands, cut off the fingers, a stub remains just as you remain, sorcerer, something your crowds will never forget.

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Anthropologie

Tu m'as trouve.

Tu m'as trouve, et tu vas toujors être avec moi.

Dans ma tête, tout existe au dernier moment

alors, je parais

je te vois, pour la premiere fois

j'ecris les mots dans ma tête, qui me hantent

parce que mes côtes entravent ma respiration.

jusqu'à ce que tu réalises

que tu es emporté par les eaux.

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Bent foreward

I drew stars

every time I ran

every time I looked up

every time I picked up a pen

I drew stars.

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Dear rich, old pigs

Dear rich, old pigs,

you say the power is yours and "what you say goes" as our olive trees fold and you tell us how to love, how to be, how we are. kicked to the streets because the boy will cry over having a girl's body and the girl will cry too. and honestly, I would rather be left to an orphanage that let the olds pressure the news

"let the new generation die", you say. "it'll be better without them anyway" but what you don't understand is without the news, there will be no olds and the clouds will shatter as the darkness enfolds

you want us to bow and scrape and submit to your tyranny to your rules for "a perfect society" you want to kill people and you are, You are are all fucking murderers. don't look at me like that, it's true, don't deny it. so while you're fixing society for your fellow fat pigs you destroy it for the people.

you don't care, do you? that people have started hating who they are, because of you. because of you, all because of you. the same-sex couples feel unsafe, the trans kids feel unsafe. and that makes me want to fucking cry. The country feels the need to distinguish between black, white and grey, all because of you privileged old bitches.

The markets will crash and metal will warp because you see yourself in the back of a teaspoon and not the full length, 24-meter mirror you have in your bedroom because you can't be bothered to turn around and look us in the eye. to pay your respect to stonewall to pay your respect to the AIDS epidemic to address us all, as a whole. Not just in bits and pieces like the rednecks and blue collars that are drawn to you

while I stand on the peninsula and the bright blue sea surrounds I look out, try to make out the countries you've claimed to have war with but I can't see them, I can't. just like I can't see your reasoning to launch full-scale attacks on innocent people. the world is not your playground where you can choose whether to slide, swing or climb. you go out into the world and you snap iron collars around the necks of people who are "disobedient" you shoot them with your ICE goons you cremate, bury, forget when we will never forget and when you all die, I will say, "good riddance" because all you've ever done has caused pain.

so dear rich, fat, old pigs.

We. Will. Never. Bend.

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Paracosm

trees dripping with quicksilver

follow me, person who calls herself my "mother"

This is the world I live in.

let me brush past the olive trees,

sky so beautiful you sink to your knees.

Doors lead to nowhere.

The stars, oh, the stars that sing,

a throne where none of us is king.

From beaten copper.

The static blurring all the lines,

they stand ignoring all the signs.

A flag of treason.

The wooden ships within the harbor

set out safe for their departure.

With creaking floorboards.

Houses full of painted ceilings,

they can't help but hurt your feelings.

And carve your palms out.

The porches hung with broken rainbows

the source of all your fears and woes,

the people near you.

Swirling night of powdered glitter,

work hard, or you'll call me a quitter.

The stars are falling.

4,302 times I've tried,

but you still can't tell that I've lied.

And traffics murder.

Machines smoke, burning with effort,

the floorboards conceal the Arizona desert.

With freezing nighttimes.

The radio box, always on in my head

it's all I can do to not collapse into bed

because I'm tired

of you and of other people too,

because your soul is so obviously blue.

And acid melts you.

So what am I to do?

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Nothing

It's been a minute

give me a moment

nothing but seconds

turn to milliseconds

time passes

we change.

and they

will move on

eventually..

and maybe I will too.

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Iridescent

When the drums break dawn, 

resonate.

Your stature is carved.

Laurel wreaths won't protect you from what is to come.

Obligatory foretellings or shattered stars,

for always a wretched nothing.

Just the Paranorm.

Hold it out, find the pulse beating still

Je te cherche dans mes rêves.

While spines pierce dusk.

Your crown twists under.

The barbed wire rests for no one.

Sneak in.

Find yourself trying to crush it.

The wonder we all feel,

if just for a moment.

Return.

Steal what we spent long crafting.

Like the gift of longevity.

Soar.

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Unalign

TW: blood, slight gore

unfocused unfocused blurred

I can't see you I can't hear I am blind I am deaf I'm drowning in the flood I can't swim can't swim sinking like a stone

I am bleeding bleeding blind bloody fading dying suffocating

can't breathe- can't

the iron collar around my throat the hands won't let go

going insane in the darkness

can't scream can't talk can't

unworthy to stop the blood flood to stop bleeding out while the bloodstains follow me around

curl up in the darkness

blind deaf bleeding bloody suffocating

dying.

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a memory

I see you.

I see how you only open up to those you trust.

I see how you never do what's unnecessary.

I notice your favorite candy;

how you laugh, the way you talk.

I remember things you've said,

the music you like.

I remember you;

and I always will.

-anonymous

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The Ballroom

And live like saints,

and eat like kings.

planets twirling in the ballroom,

ceilings of waltzing galaxies, 

star spangled chandeliers

and dishes of asteroids

of a celestial feast

in a cosmic ballroom.

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Sky Shot

He holds a gun

and the gun he holds

will be drawn

sometime

never

forever.

when a gun is pointed, you react

you fear what will come

if that trigger is pulled

and the bullet whizzes

and lodges in your skull.

Headshot.

You're out like a light.

your candle life blown out

passing into the ether

People will watch

you fall, unexisted

to the pavement

death before impact

on the cold hard ground.

Headshot.

The bullet lodges

in your skull

like a thought

but wrong.

Blood will rush,

rush through the wound

bleedout, blackout, unforgiving

and people will rush

onto the scene

people will surround you, engulfing you

and the gun holder will be lead off

by those who enforce the law.

Headshot.

you're dead.

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Bow and Arrows

I pull back, draw the string.

careful, or it will break.

tension snapping, backlashing.

thrumming before breaking.

snapping, shattering into a million tiny shards.

if done right, the arrow will arch

overhead, a forlorn shadow.

to strike once more into the heart of the offended.

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Heavens Above

Pitch black, darkest black

Darkness in endless possibility

Each star a light 

Torches on a path untraceable

The road to everywhere

Drowning 

Drowning in the lights closer

Voices desperate to be heard

But drowning

Who will save them

Who will save the stars when they drown?

When the sky spirits dissolve in the blinding lights

Wait

We will wait

For something that will never come

Like a comet, only passing

When the hope in the sky goes out

Who will light the sky candles again?

Never will we know.

Calling wolf for the stars.

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Blindfold

When everything is dark, darkness is home. 

We feel around to make our way.

The journey is the adventure, when things are solid, dependable, always there.

when it isn't there, a space is left.

A gap in the universe where it used to be.

The flower pot on the chest of drawers, the painting on the living room wall.

A gap, a space, a floating in time.

I track my steps, from here to there.

numbers in my mind, digits adding up.

When objects are what you feel, the world is your home.