the simple truth is:
you cannot bury your ghosts
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beyond satin and blossoms, bruised arms
wrapped up like wisteria

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the simple truth is:
you cannot bury your ghosts
blood and bone breathing
beyond satin and blossoms, bruised arms
wrapped up like wisteria
Stairway, Rovinj, Croatia
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The Filling Depersonalization
There is a specific feeling I remember from my childhood One that's been rare with my anxiety and dissociation taking turns But it yearns This feeling
To come out in cool spring weather I water it with sun and clouds, the blues and greys of dawn It's night Without the screeching
It's wonder "not sublime" But now I wonder at that wonder, tranquil mid this time Sweet summer sky I wish more cool
With purple amaranth I fly Between pink fleurs and mushroom stools
I ask you but you have no answer But divinity
Not what I feel
These fire's embers In my firewood Still to time Ground of earthy crumbles But no, not dry
I pause a moment, hand in yours, but in this space loned But not lonely
Philipp Pablitschko
sometimes gray is soft
dove's cold whisper
wistful winter
windows glisten
the world's frost
is far away
I am safe and
warm
A black hole's writhing
Inside of me, I am out
Of stars to feed it
The sunrise is still
Gorgeous through dirty windows
Bright face bathed in light
A soft pink-clouded promise
My tired, lucky eyes open
good catch! ❄️
Cottonwood Chalet
Return of the King
Glory-of-the-snow Blooms wild in the dead deep night Gently filling life
Sometimes I forget
About the sunshine
In boxes stored in
Between my toes
Behind my ears, inside
My brain, like lemon
Blossoms and lilacs
A spring in perpetuity
A crate of happiness held
In arms ripe for hugging
Sometimes I remember
Scars but forget
The reasons that they make
Me smile, origami swans
Unfolding into letters
Floating on the wind
You can care deeply
About something while barely
Understanding it
Elevated Star
When my way is lost Moss phlox blends sea and starlight Up it raises all
Warrior
Soft as Baby’s Breath Charm’s a hand-holding fighter Warm as flames are hot