nowickipoetry

- Ryan - "Sometimes about love, sometimes about pain, sometimes about doves, and sometimes about chains." Here I post my personal poetry and prose. - **Do NOT repost on other social media without giving credit to my blog**

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“Anoxia”

My lungs ache. And for what reason?

Are canary birds singing their way through my veins,

Their notes like silverware stuck in the sink

Clogging the pipes? I’m in pain,

And from each open wound flowers blink.

This being the second time, these must be perennials.

It seems this ache breathes with the seasons.

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“Enough Dysphoria”

“He has given up

On his body.

He knows now

That if he accepted it,

He would not be himself.

So he has given up on this body

And he looks for a way

To sculpt himself out of his flesh.

He starts with the hair.

"Goodbye", he says,

And the razor glides across every inch of it.

He then goes to his thighs.

"Widen", he commands,

And the squats and lunges give them girth,

And while they are not ideal,

He tells himself

"Sufficient".

He takes a look at his breasts.

"Sufficient".

Not another word need be said about them.

He then examines his hands—

"Thinner"—

And they obey.

Lastly, he implores his brain,

"Cooperate",

And it agrees,

Finally,

And admits it is not what it was raised to be,

That it is not "him",

And yet, not "her",

So "they" it is.

They love themself now.”

- r.n.

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“Good Reason to March, No Doubt”

In light of recent events,

I find that only the youth have souls,

For the wealthy have holes

In lieu of their hearts.

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“Divine Noise”

“Static energy

Between us

Calls me with its electric crackle;

It beckons me everywhere,

A puppet-master with infinite string

Orchestras to play,

And omnipotent hands

To play them with.

If you listen close enough,

You can hear God in that ambient noise.”

- r.n.

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“Good Deities”

“Good deities,

Gift my heart a love,

Not a lust,

That can,

For once,

Be given completely

And accepted wholeheartedly.”

- r.n.

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“Conformity”

Conformity killed my conscience,

And with that,

I slipped away.

- r.n.

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“Battery”

To Asgard I climb,

My mind a poison bath

Of green.

It reeks of lies

And corrupted cerebrospinal fluid.

Much like a battery

Does it make my functions cease

When it breaks.

- r.n.

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“Beauty is Pain”

“Love is death

Beauty is pain

Those things unsaid

Will consume your brain.”

- r.n.

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“Cloud Nine”

“You make butterflies spawn in my heart,

Emerging from sweet cocoons of love.

They fill my blood with bubbles,

Such that I float above the world around me

And pull me up to cloud nine.”

- r.n.

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“Like Heaven”

“Like Heaven,

I make angels fall.

Like Hell,

I make demons rise.”

- r.n.

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"Claire de Lune"

"Love has grown too dull. Claire de Lune has me feeling hollow, As if my heart were an aging rose With petals a paling pink-turned-gray hue Illuminated only by a dying star. I can tell because my heart and its passion, Once front and center in my thoughts, Have long since gave way To the vacuum."

- r.n.

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"White Flame"

"Yellow wood in the fire Glows white-hot; It is like a fresh snow, And it steals my heat like a sink Not a flame."

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"Allusion"

"Every mention of you is an allusion To your beauty, For you are a work of art Notable in any essay of high philosophy, And yet it still baffles me How you don't see it in yourself."

- r.n.

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"Depravity"

"Furious depravity With its inertial force beyond gravity Has imprisoned me with enmity; As such, I am not worth the pity A conspicuous disparity Between virtue and verity Could mask with perfect clarity. Is this why life is a rarity, Despite its harsh severity? A response told with sincerity Would be an acceptable charity, For the entirety of posterity, So forget your vulgarity And then evil will be rid of barbarity."

- r.n.

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"Tales from the Planetarium" No. 10

Neptune. He is water And life But beneath his flowing walls What is he? We'll never know, But sometimes You can see his shadow Loom over his heart.

- r.n.

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"Politische"

"A court of cloak and dagger Hidden in A House of smoke and mirrors Can be A monster's bread and butter"

- r.n.

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"Inner Wisdom"

"Hidden in your heart Is the truth. Tell me, Do you believe it?"

- r.n.