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To be seen To be heard as me as myself in this flesh and this blood it was truly a gift something I miss something that still burns for you for yourself for your flesh and your blood a poison and relief escape freedom Purgatory I only hope you're okay to be all that we are that we were to be so raw is damaging to be broken with one another to thrash against one another for so long until we couldn't until we are who we are without each other

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Stillness

How the miasma invades my mind Drifting in a friend casually saying hello Swirling like whispers the ones told behind your back cold sharp Sweeping through my body with the blood in my veins hairs on my skin air in my lungs The world stops everything stops I don't stop I want to stop End me put me down take my life I don't want this Give her back I want her back who has taken her show yourself Why her she is she was she didn't deserve this My love stolen away into the stars without me

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A poem for an old friend that ran off with the stars.

I remember you like A lump in my throat Something so out of place Something so present in my Mind But as soon as things are normal again You disappear from thought But I do not want you gone I do not want the lump to leave if it means forgetting you The way your words warmed my heart eased my mind I’m sorry for being greedy Was I a good friend Is that why you left I’m sorry But was it even me Not totally but probably a part of The bigger picture The bigger problem The empty shell that you sit on Turning slowly ever so Slowly Your days and nights Wasted here Did you leave for better lands Or better worlds Or maybe you just left me I hope you are ok I hope you are happy I hope you have more love than you can handle I hope you spend your days writing And your nights in the arms of someone who is still so far below you but you love nonetheless For you deserve sun and stars Moons and comets And all the dust in between

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I can feel them

I can

I really can

I truly can

I can’t show you, o’ my dear

But if I could I would spill open my entirety, every ounce, every drop

But I can, o’ my dear, please believe me

For their tips touched me with each flap, they’re voices sang your praise

What joy! What fear! I feel them!

But

It is possibly too late

A messenger who took their time, I now quake in anticipation

I hope I am not too late

o’ my dear

I hope I am not too late

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Shovels are too crass Ill use my hands I can not just dig I must move the earth, like a baby bird between my hands It is precious what lies below I must be slow for the ground trembles beneath my feet Like dancing, one handful at a time, methodical, musical even Scoop, raise, place repeat I will grow ever closer to the truths of this planet, one day one handful at a time

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Cut off the arm to save the body is what they say But how can I cut off this arm of mine You ask too much For i’d rather die then cut of this arm of mine My Sweet My Dear Arm It has served me for as long as I’ve known the sun How can you ask this of me To separate from such a precious thing Such a beautiful thing My Love My Darling Arm

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You are not the center of the Universe I can still feel your pull The way your star’s twinkle The way your voice reverberates across the cosmos The planets spin but to me they look still Where am I No longer the nucleus Something more Something Less I will never be whole but thanks to you I am a little less empty

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Echos of laughter rattle around my cage

Holes in my hands where tears burrowed through

A puppet with no hand, a future with no past

My mind a waste, the product of hysteria and sanity

And now I sit in the soot and ash waiting eagerly for the next clash

For at least then in the carnage, there is a distraction from the truth

A relief to the underlying constant

Why can’t I be whole

Why can’t I love

Why can’t I hate

Why am I so enpty

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having a job is so weird like I can literally just…. buy shit

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We out here buying shit

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yes bitch we are purchasing shit and fuck

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workers be shopping

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“I hated cliches, but then I saw you and suddenly I was in love with the idea of the good falling for the bad.”

— Cliches / Unrequited Love

let it bloom

Love can bloom in the darkest forest, on the highest mountains and in the deepest seas. If you think love will come to you in the form of messages in bottles and little arrows shot by a glorified baby with wings then you should get ready. It’s coming in a dying storm darkened skies opening to blue and white, rains growing rainbows and rainbows growing smiles. You’ll be floored and you’ll be floating, mouth ajar and heart beating. Tell me when you fall in love in between those trees, staring into their eyes as fires and fireflies burn away the night, tell me when you fall in love on the highest peaks, their body burning away every chilly wind and thought of doubt, tell me when you fall in love when you’re wading in the world’s waters, splashing back and forth, waves breaking on your backs. Let your love bloom, for it is beauty and it is grace, a fire that may not die, a wind that will forever blow and a wave that will consume the entire universe.

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