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My poetry :)

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There is a river in me that misses its sea — Both such heretics; The ridiculous promise of breath, Beauty, madness, and fear

The flowers turn into wounded animals, then hope To turn back to seeds Forever unnamed Soon to sprout into sand

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This road leads to dreary melodies Each late evening  Laughter, barking, noise They will never belong to you;  Only the past belongs to you

Where have they gone? Somewhere hopeful Somewhere reliable Somewhere there is not even a headache for you As ever ignored

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A little spark that has eyes It has always been both fire and ash  It would like to see To begin, to feel a cold sea On its fingertips 

It is the secret in his wine And the river's poem Misses how the air felt Before the unannounced end 

Unformed unease Chastised October  Misguided heroine The body of my body — Has it yet to notice? Does it know? It is gentler, a little bit Just one of two sinners It knows

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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