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Sin and saviour share the same tailor and so, sometimes, I can’t tell their suits apart.

23:35 02.06.2025

#poetry #i ate too much #chocolate #in one sitting #because I was feeling like shit #and then I felt worse

I’m sorry

I can not structure my feelings around what is most convenient for you. I’m sorry I’m falling for you, I realised just today and it’s hurting me already. I don’t know that I can give you what you need. I’m sorry that I’m comming to you when I’m inadequate. I’m sorry I feel this way. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I don’t want this either. I don’t want to feel this. I didn’t want to feel. Dating is all right I suppose, until you start to feel things. I was so comfy in my detached ways. I threw a blanket on the winding saplings hoping to suffocate them. But they thrived in the dark and now, when the blanket was ripped away without my consent, they seem to have convulsed into something I can’t control. I’m sorry. I didn’t want to put you into this position. I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m so so sorry I’m sorry I’m so so so so sorry.

I am filled with sorrow.

21:32 27.05.2025

#I know falling for your best friend is a Canon event #but it’s been like three times now #ITS TOO MANY SLICES #bi struggles #poetry #spilled milk

A little psychotic

Apathy and drenchery

Convulse my body sparringly.

Ripples of pain in the valley beds of my feet

Commence a symphony

To crawl up my legs

Mirror game,

It’s all the same.

From top to bottom

And bottom to top.

Crawling ripples through my nerves

Conduct the rise and fall,

Echo and all.

Claw me free from this flesh prison.

My claws rip through pristine thighs.

“What a waste” you say

But it’s mine to defile.

It was mine to Bild,

It’ll be mine to decide.

You don’t know the horrors that hide in my mind.

And when you find out you’ll wish I hadn’t hidden from the start.

Shown my wretched phiz as a warning.

Fuck you and your expectations.

Who are you to dictate what is right.

Maybe what’s in me isn’t monsterous,

But you are in kind.

I tangle heels over head through reality.

Detached.

Maybe that’s how it’s meant to be.

I don’t want to be perceived.

22:02 24.03.2025

First steps

I sit in front of the window

to air out my fears,

I’ve carried this dream with me

For so many years.

Today I sent it its way,

Let go of its hand.

I’d imagined it’d sprint

Run through the sand.

Instead I watched it stumble and fall,

Struggle through steps I see now are too tall.

It got back up, almost in an instant,

I knew it would, it’s way too persistent.

But in my minds eye I see it on the ground,

For a moment so helpless, wounded and bound.

It scared me, I’ll admit, it scared me real bad.

But there is nothing I can do now,

For I let go of its hand.

It will grow.

18:54 20.03.2025

Hunger and thirst

I crave and hunger,

as my dreams drip wonder

into my slumbering mind.

It awakens the wild beast

of longing and fears,

as it rebells in my insides

whispers to my ears.

It tells me of fables

as I gnaw on myself,

To satiate this hunger

I could empty out wells.

It’s so persistent,

it rips me apart.

Pulls me to destinations,

While I can’t yet depart.

And so I sit here

in statis.

As I’m ripped apart by my dreams.

As my mind dwells in places

I have yet to reach.

17:52 20.03.2025

Dream me

There is a certain discrepancy

in the way my mind works

in my dreams versus in reality.

In my dreams I take warm baths

after cold walks.

I light fires,

and do tasks.

In reality I sit around

I am paralysed

stuck in bound.

It sounds me because I know

I could be dream me

work and tow

myself along that idyllic road.

But somehow I just don’t.

15:32 17.03.2025

Wealth

In my dreams I’m rich.

Not in the monetary ways

but in all the lives I’ve lived.

I basic in all the hammocks I’ve

swung in by the seaside.

All the visions I’ve had

as the sunlight sings through my lids.

And on every step I take they come with.

Like a childhood underskirt added on with new patches every

Day.

In my dreams I’m rich.

And one day, in real life,

I’ll be too.

23:30 09.03.2024

- to “Do I wanna know, but it’s Hozoer and it’s raining outside- 1 hour”

- By Carina Fry on YouTube

Washed

A breath of fresh air graces my lungs,

It individually brushes each of my filaments.

Like fresh ocean water rushes through my toes,

Whenever I sink my feet beneath the tide.

I show my face to the sun and I smile.

At times I wish I could wash my soul like that,

Whash away fears, sorrows and what not.

But I fear the good parts would be swept off too.

I could never bear to loose that and so,

I breath out, my breath rushing.

22:01 14.02.2025

Pulp

When I peel oranges,

I peel oranges nearly,

The sections come apart clearly, perfectly in my hands.

When I overthink,

I peel my brain neatly.

The scenarios come apart clearly, perfectly in my hands.

I pull them apart into ever smaller sections,

Till I am certain I have seen everything.

Every membrane, every grain.

Every possible thing.

Everything that could be happening.

I look at tiny juice pods in my hands.

Feel the sap run down my arms, soak the sleeves to stick.

Look at the mess I’ve made.

I’ve made of me,

Of the situation.

Look at it all spread out and destroyed in my hands.

The splatter on my clothes.

I hadn’t noticed it in my single minded focus.

Now I sit in my pulpy muddle.

19:22 08.02.2025

Burnt oranges

Burnt orange skies

Marking my demise.

It’s working,

Don’t you see?

I’m stuck in my orange tree.

Stuck between the ripe plump fruit,

I stare down at the Glut.

I watch them fall

Smash and sweltan.

If I were to walk that ground it’d burn my soles.

And so I’m stuck up here,

Stuck in my orange tree.

Everyone can see,

There’s a difference between the oranges and me.

But I cannot leave.

Watch the gray smoke rise

As I try to breathe.

Under burnt orange skies.

17:54 03.02.2025

Glut-german for Embers, also noun to gluttony

Choose your interpretation

Sweltan- old English for die/perish. In this case slowly burn on hot embers

Glitter

I wanna smear myself in glitter

And do my makeup like a dried out corpse.

I wanna spit and snarl so bitter,

And I will do it without remorse.

I want to wear every one galaxy

On dark, velvety robes.

I want to crush stars between my fingers,

And live without mercy on hopes.

I will live this life for my pleasure,

There is nothing else to be for.

An the day when my light will finally flicker,

Is the day I won’t be anymore.

21:22 28.01.2024

Sawdust bread.

There is an ache inside of me.

It carves your shape out of the cave of my ribs.

Hollow Center, held together by the perimeter.

I want to squeeze you in there.

Substrate the substance of me with you.

Sawdust bread cause the flour wasn’t enough.

It doesn’t belong there.

But would it hurt to take your hand while I find the rest of me?

21:48 20.01.2025

ur-daily-inspiration

The echos of nothing

Im caught in the echos of nothing as they ricocheted around my brain.

Death ringing booms unable to contain,

Invisible, Untraceable throwing what’s me from side to side.

I’m caught in the middle, unable to hide.

Sometimes like soft whispers,

They only rickle by my ear.

Then they’re so loud I’m paralysed in fear.

My legs betray me, my lungs won’t work.

My heart is too fast, rhythm too short.

It trembles through its pulses.

The echos throw it off.

I can’t hear them, only feel.

How they impact my body,

I’m unable to heal.

Unable to move.

Unable to see.

Unable to be.

So long these echos persist.

09:57 09.01.2025

Flammable ghost

I prefer to be xylene

In the in between

Where nothing is solid

And I cannot be seen.

I float amidst the rules that command this world

My emotions can’t touch me, nor any hurt.

Words flow and ebb as they tickle my skin,

Abstract pictures and meanings.

The world has an oily sheen.

I watch it through the window in my shell.

I have no body, I’m only meaning,

just as well.

My tired ghost closes its eyes.

They hurt from all the tears I cried.

For another day might be kinder,

And my body may call me back.

22:26 08.01.2025

I feel like my particles are floating among the stars.

And I am powerless to gather them back.

19.38 30.12.2024

Membrane rips

At times the unbinding incessant yearning rips apart the membrane of my being.

The compartments of myself are sent flying through space and time.

What’s left for me but try and gather it all back up?

Cradle it to my chest, stuff it back.

But through my rips and bursts I’m leaking me through the floor.

19:21 30.12.2024

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