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this day, this earth, now you are my deconstructed anarchist collective, my fuzzy logic, my mumbled echo from the canyon, my godless cenotaph, gloriona, call archon

tweets by Chonnymo II curated by Scherezade Siobhan

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Portrait Of The Artist As A Young Electrical Storm by @petfurniture

yr sky's smudged pencil no matter the weather

the most beautiful thing in this life is a voice

             calling out from beneath the rubble

(((yr job is to find yrself beneath the waves)))

my girl scout badges: Advanced Mewling,

Soup,

        Color Theory,

                    Crippling Agoraphobia,

                                       Kitten Admiration,

                         Handwriting,

         ASMR, Shiny Things,

S h a m e  

runs time through her fingers like a skein of silk

a girl who snaps shut like a golden locket 

she is a smooth river stone you hold

in the palm of your hand   I'll be

the attic crisscrossed with frayed wires

             & you be the spark

that lights me up   a very precise way of trembling

i'll be the mausoleum    you be the moss

a cool date would be wordlessly watching you

balance all the light in the room on yr forehead 

         baby y're the only circle of hell

                             with

                              a

                           waiting

                              list

bend me,       break me,       annotate me

still life with dark circles, chiffon, & a tangle of limbs

a mind like a victorian valentine

a mouth like a magnolia blossom floating in a bowl

of cold water     when the live oaks turn  into circus tents  

& the honeysuckle whispers        bad ideas in yr ears 

an evening wrapped in grey cashmere

the dust that collects in the folds

                    of the sitting room curtains

                      a tremor in the chandelier

      o to be noticed without being seen

if i could be anything i would be fictional

nothing more beautiful & tremendous than

                                            the blank page

    written by @petfurniture

curated from twitter feed by @deja_raconte

#FeedPoetry is where I curate twitter timelines and arrange tweets into poems. 

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Noir’s Arc

my three chord blues progression  

like a hall of mirrors

like apples.

like a snake oil salesman

    coring souls 

    clipping away at my internal wires until

  this incessant ticking goes away

There is no disarmament. 

I am the fucking calvary. 

The sun, crashing like a cymbal for the eyes.

Amber waves emblazoned by a smile.

  She is the robin trapped in my ribcage,

  on a curve  : through razored fonts,

           barbed words, poetic ashes.

knit me a security blanket

                       -- using a string of words.

the signpost spins in the wind and

        I’m lost as to which road is right. 

Finger by finger,         eventually

 bid the rope                adieu.

more          specter than spectator

I’m just the guy on the runway

     with two guiding flashlights.

Believe me or       leave me be.

Build with me a world worthy of us

Carving lyrics in my coffin. Crawl inside,

 -- hear their their rattle   and feel

the hiss     in their kiss    lips like demolition. 

Patience like tectonic plates      I beg you,

    burn me

    because -- 

I am the monster at the end

                            of this book. 

curated from twitter feed by @deja_raconte

#FeedPoetry is where I curate twitter timelines and arrange tweets into poems. 

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Carpe pseudonym by @TinyNietzsche

Void, sweet void

Let's get dilated.

I got all your glaciers in retreat. 

                when

All I ever wanted was to be covered

in doppelgänger husk.

  Atlas shirked

My favorite color is on fire.

   occasionally glancing up

from the pain.   abstract your age  

don't think       verbatim

  L'abîme, c'est moi. 

  Fuck the gendarmes.

Fold me closer,

     space-time continuum.

A cognitive dissident in the machine.

  Abyssturbation

Rock you like a subtropical depression.

       I'm okay with continents drifting. 

Where have all the adequate times gone?

 You can barely break the skin

    with a weaponized    blood feud

  Nihilist, negate thyself. 

You forget your memories first.

Two is also a crowd.    Murder me

daily.     Be my  infinity.

They are all short straws. 

        syntax   for the feint of heart. 

  Atticus flinched

Show me on the doll where I went wrong?

Here be crayons 

    I was told there would be no meth

You had me at irreparable harm. 

   Act your voltage.

  fail fatale 

A hazy shard of splinter.

   Like a bridge over indifferent waters,

you're on your own   abattoir of dreams

   a spectre, wrapped in a phantom,

inside a ghost.   hide your eyes or I will

take them. 

  I [chernobyl] you 

I am self inflicted.  

    snidely her      whiplash vanishing

       point out your flaws.   You don't have to

live like a subterfuge.  

the inner terrors  wear schadenfreude      

  Daguerreotypes 

I set my zeitgeist back an hour

    echo chambers   won a volcano. 

The better angles of our nature.

                  Tangled up in grey. 

                   I [eternal recurrence] you.       

Take me back,  

                    unfounded fears 

  Godot abides

Exhume me.        the stigma

   of an anachronism  déjà voyeur 

I miss the times when we were silent

  Stay pyrite   kismet    an open hand

gesture     to paint     what I unsee. 

don't let your abysses grow up

      to be nietzsches

   written by @TinyNietzsche 

curated from twitter feed by @deja_raconte

#FeedPoetry is where I curate twitter timelines and arrange tweets into poems. 

( note : he asked me to make them "tiny", so i did :))

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Season IV of #FeedPoetry commences.

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I am @deja_raconte.

Go!

:)