vacant eyes
flutter off and on
sound of speed; sound of light
in my silence.
a thunder; a bolt down
my throat,
I'm a toad waiting to unearth
the words I need
to flutter out the sound of
the unmasked
and the unseen.
- voices in tulips
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vacant eyes
flutter off and on
sound of speed; sound of light
in my silence.
a thunder; a bolt down
my throat,
I'm a toad waiting to unearth
the words I need
to flutter out the sound of
the unmasked
and the unseen.
- voices in tulips
my phone gets warm when i use it because it loves me so much
I NEEED MEDICINE
Carl Wilhelmson (1866 - 1928)
Undine, 1899
mentally im still in autumn during the best autumn ever.
Sad bunny sad
Charles Baudelaire, “Lament Of An Icarus”
Charles Bukowski, "there once was a woman who put her head into an oven," from Love Is a Dog from Hell: poems, 1974-1977
a plantation of butterflies left my stomach I was half livid; baring blue flesh my carcass warm as hell lived from the inside out you've burned in the core of my stomach then bred a raging monarch of puzzled patterns & colours flying from my mind - voices in tulips
Lord Byron, Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage
cut my head beg my body for forgiveness you've misused my femininity as property forcing me, not loving me rushing me to leave me behind dressed in red you've cut my head - voices in tulips
I am lost, a forest flowering mania a bloom from my body I am Chloris, a rose, a succulent or something covered in fences; covered in vines he glares down my skin - his pupils are a midnight in a black hole he's behind the stars I am here on earth covering myself in dirt he can taste my hibiscus & my lemons - a introjection of a heaven on his lips I bring a mind of bliss with thorns on my skin. - voices in tulips
Sins & Flowers
our bodies are still in solitude; flowering we were once each other - confused red, purple, blue
smoldering ourselves in the horizon laying weak, breathing - fearsome my freedom smokes the sky a parade of fire; thundering trumpets clamorous sounds beating through my roots with love sick breathing red rose skies engulfed in our bodies made of toxins; make me love sick for peace; between us two worlds burning - we love in visceral gratitude - like a menace; with roses at out feet - voices in tulips
where my limbs lay dusty I was aged young & thirsty;
I have spread my wings to get to you to tell you I am alive again; burned broken & godlike spread out across your sheets in bore you had me here my wrists taken; spreading; picking my feathers I longed you at first; until my blood fell steep concealed & unconscious; I derived your hell from my body while you wept a precious song; harmless & toking on the smoke; you are a worshipper of my holiness; my sinless; and fugitive body I've fallen from my heaven already soaked in my blood - spreading myself all over your soils in my earthly bones - voices in tulips
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