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My poetry :)

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funnyhoney

Each forged morning Life kept dying; Emptiness perverts the beauty of chance 

Real only to body and language, I was only ever gentle  With one of them

Destroy to create — The first and the last reason; I hope for no more, I fear there will be no more

[milkandvoid]

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ink and bone

Worlds upon worlds  And I still look too human Still, still — Between the god of resolve and the sun A lingering echo A dream of ink, both dissolving in water 

The little light fell to its death; A spark caught upon my lips, and I so Hoped for breath!  I thought that was why I had kept the bone dagger, But all that came out was, still, just blood

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monkey masters

What is my breath worth? A morning dead on arrival, Useless blood

A tongue born in silence, tricked into carrying  Each language 

The melody like water on the lips, then  A struggle for air; Promises only sprout into more seeds 

There is the greatest song to write And none before it; One purpose, to keep the body's grace The heart's ache

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the clouds

I wanted to fly so he broke my legs 

He let me see clouds, made me believe  They taste of something sacred, that they Will stay, speak truth for me  That I was not born That I was just mist 

Bones, and blood, and dreams of water  I cannot lie myself out of a body; I was alone I wanted silence to have a meaning

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something sleepless

I would like to save the world, To be an angel, To have wings and a halo; I like to confide in an old god — What else is left? 

The Sun is near, Closer and scarier; I am cold, I do not know Where to find warmth

I am beautiful In a skewed reflection,  But I would be happy —  If only I could look up And see different stars

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mundane heresy

I dream of freedom I reach down my ribcage; The fur feels soft, but the animal — it just wants to die 

Unborn Sun, our tears are precious Allow me some mundane heresy  At the curtain call, let the empress cry; This is the purest language  It will crawl out of thoughts and eternity; I no longer dream of floods, only of lips moving

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first breath

Analog acoustic spring The memory of sorrows It gained sweetness on my tongue 

I am hiding right behind the visible world Cradling curiosity  The unborn Sun inside me He tells me that on my fingertips  He can already see dew

If only I could fit this dawn in my palm  There is bitterness  A snake on my lips Waiting for my first breath

If only I could breathe Talk And remain a mist

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spring of my life

I want to fall for something gentle — Gentle in its ache  I will make a mistake in mid-March Learn one secret too many  Chase gods hiding in sunbeams  Catch the Moon grinning (she is secretive) (Looks closer than she should be) Head south 

I came here to die: To you and to myself To every smallest thing To force and regret

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magic!

The bad juju of a medicine One bought with insecurity  Still lingers in dim light; It colours the edges, and — A synthetic telekinetic — Seems to move the curtains 

There is no frustration  No anxiety In this piece, at least There is, however, a bit more than a decade Of brain glitches  And, lately, soft dog fur That helps me heal from healing

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running still

More and more poison And none of it will bring The innocence of dusks back 

There is no sun to wake up to And yet I am not granted nights  Patience, presence  Between the teeth of frustration 

You are teaching me You believe in me You are tormenting me to heaven In a blighted land

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little spheres

Do not look the Moon in the eyes When I found Her, coiled between my ribs, She wrote, with my pen: 'We are to see, not to be seen; Such is our nature'

Vein by vein They would unravel me The Moon, patient, Placed stars around my waist; Reflecting in the palest of bones, She  Began to weave

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dull blade

Where has life gone? Poetry? Sunrises?  I am left to feel cosmic radiation  Desired ideation  All the slain sacred cows  Left to rot 

Barren is cruel I was injured  By a dull blade

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sunlit

Such a long night Such a strange day I ask my senses to slip through my fingers To join the countless faces I shed All my Suns and sins I will give up Just to catch a glimpse Of silence in myself

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takion

I wish to be blind - There is nothing to be seen I can write each new hour Into the passing ones Such is their torture

There is a shadow My bed casts I am far from the flame, and yet There is no respite  I look for shade among shadows  I am too desperate To differentiate  The hour dies, then gives birth to itself  I am ready to begin anew  But time keeps on waiting Such is our curse

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patient zero

The hero I met almost made me Dig up the bones  That no longer fit my skin I want to taste the bitter taste of dreaming  But who should I call for in my mind? The thought of you is like a needle A needle for each heartbeat  Written for you 

I will wake up and wonder Why I already miss silence I will wake up, and my bed of needles Will be less and less - This is the body hurting  Writhing  It is not me

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quiet mornings end too quickly

I know this body; it betrayed Its own daughter  It fears, it breaks; let it, for With its blood I flow, and I Did not begin I cannot know the last letter For I will never write it I am every poem Too vast for a shape

It is almost daybreak, anyway