#forgetful clairvoyant

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Calls the Mestier — the first poem i write in the english language that i’m actually proud of!! tried mixing medieval-ish imagery and a modern feeling towards life, and i think this lil poem might make it to a larger body of text i’m currently writing!!

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Patchwork Poetry I

Now the light falls across the open field...

This is the last of meeting places, where the sand meets innocent blood. Let us go then, you and I, let us be no further to death's dream kingdom than the men that now there dream. O, that this too too solid flesh would melt, thaw and resolve itself into a dew! Shall I put myself to nothing so as to dream anything?

God of the impossible things, your living dreams are waning, your children swallow dry the cries and tears of this dreaded kingdom. We whisper together and call you and yet we are quiet and meaningless.

We are rats and hollow voices and prayers in the wind.

We ask is it forever? Is it forever that the wife shall mourn her husband by raging seas, that the father shall bury his son on a grave a million miles away from home, that the child shall cry to his father, Is this the end of the world?

(And the rest is silence.)

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in succession, houses rise and fall

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i need God to descend from Heaven and kill me with his bare hands

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my irls will just have to ignore this but anyway this is from a while ago

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sometimes it feels like i’m being followed by someone and when i look behind there’s no one but i could almost see a glimpse of his shadow and i can almost hear him and it feels like someone i loved or even like myself or someone i could love. whatever it feels like it gives me the hope turning back will give me the answers ive been looking for and it never does. sigh #sigh

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grew up hard, fell off harder

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my life is moving towards the unknown and i am scared