I think I would make a great highschool English teacher if I wouldn't be too busy figuring out my 200 part contraption designed to throw all my students directly into the sun
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I think I would make a great highschool English teacher if I wouldn't be too busy figuring out my 200 part contraption designed to throw all my students directly into the sun
Honesty through acceptance
Let them believe
I don't leave
Warp bars of
An open bird cage
Where is the door
In the
Mass of tangled copper
Small with no self-respect
What next then
How do you believe under a pretense
False
Inconsequential
Softened only to cut through
I see what you are
And you know me blind
When the door locks
Is the same room still behind it
You want to believe I am weak
Trusting when I bare my throat
Trained as a sacrificial lamb
Left only the sweet aftertaste
Bleeting and bleeding
Only how you've wanted
You're seen for what you are
Could you ever really understand
You appear nearly like a gentle deer in my forest of worries
Observing as if captivated yet bound to leap away with a single step too near
Soft like a feeling I've been waiting for but was never given
But I already know I won't be enough
Undeserving of a gentle hand
Gliding through my hair, over my back
Tempting me to hold you as close as I can
Unknowing of what you could really be behind your delicate words
Yet I am as entranced by you as if the you I know currently is more than an idea in my head
One glimpse of a pure light and all I want to do is fall to my knees with a blinding sense of devotion
Searching in so many eyes for a true reflection
If you're too careful with me I might break myself down
Ashes that blow away even in the absence of wind
Born to wishstand, not to choose
I'm scared you could have me attached to a depth of genuine care that few would ever be so foolish as to waste on such a pathetic seeming figure
As if I could even hold onto something designed to be held
I'm more scared that you won't really care at all
A hue in a sea of gray, always one shade apart but never enough to be seen
I hate to crave so deeply and earnestly for something that was never meant to be mine
All I form is false attachments like this, trying to see myself through other people
Eating fruit from a tree that burned down long ago
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Stand Still - Jethro Buck , 2022.
British, b. 1986
Tempera on canvas, 122 x 152 cm. 48 x 59.8 in
Morpheus
Massimo Simigliani
This house has been abandoned for almost a year now, and yet these lights stay on all through the day and all through the night.