the aggressive observant

the right to writing and what's wrong with longing

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unrequited loosie

wheat grains among the green plains these days, rare i left my shelter; seldom leave shade in my residential, resting centre, domicile that's the delta how i felt inside my volatile

solitary, often scoffing leary scorned and teary feeling awful, weary temporary, always feel my theories are they really? or is there truth

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Tip the Scales

Bitterly comedic was the revelation Entrapment of my own orchestration. So absurdist, baffling, appalling; Bemusing, engaging and gripping.

Through the mud again, shall we? We take turns sinking our fangs; As deep as we can; Into eachother's skin, Until we see who draws blood first. The loser? Well, it depends on your outlook; But I'm of the opinion that the loss is found in the gain.

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"the other man" - 21.7.24

It boils down to this; Tracksuit and tie. Tinted monocle; Eulogies that rhyme.

Glossing over cotton candy double glazing; Gossiping and toppling;

Fossil relics of a desolate crime.

Laughing and musing at our lifelong plan; That's the price you pay as the other man.

The invite was obliterated; Sat in the incinerator. Yet something in me, Can't fully write you Off the guest list.

My dentist overlooked my chipped tooth from eating bullet casing.

Nullify charisma; Closing chapters in my epics.

The whole arena sold to throw dirt on my grave; both seating and stands.

My compliments to the chef; my consolations to the other man.

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the ceiling of rhetoric

to hold your tongue sounds a burden yet it firmly sits and there it will remain the emulsion as the heaven opens that meets the slim opening amidst your delicate lip

trigonometrical constellations tracing in my peripheral vision lathered in lacerations star spangled enamoration decorative decadence in pixies that skip laps gently resting and lovingly embracing your collarbones and lay to sleep on your cranium

to harness such cohesion in the lens of such opulence

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comfort for an evening

a dense, dim, derelict forest a sanctuary reserved for my own in those dim witted, frivolous days

our eyelines aligned it appeared so asymmetry

as you sat i felt the warmth of your breath the roar of the reverb refractions of light imprinting from your iris to mine

my gut knots and unravels in tandem i staple my eyelids

i know how wrong it is, but that night i finally got to say goodbye to the parts of her i saw in you

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7/11/24 apathetic disdain

developed in a dark room spitting image of you breaths drawn tantalisingly from withered bronchiole

waste laid and worship obsessive compulsive phantom vibration syndrome

soliloquies seep from my pumping bloodshot blue veins

they run along my sun shy arms into the tendons of my wry lumbricles

and as i misfire putrid, lurid truth from my bleeding fingertips

i reject ugly, uncanny honesty

my scorned lips their artillery marches to the door

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omnipotent ambivalence

there's colour in my cheeks again my face is now regaining all its features am i speechless by default? have i exhausted all my speeches? i'm defeatist but beneath the grief, completionist and i've been beaten worse before i'm tweaking flaws down on the marble floor it's jarring sure but parallel to this image is a whole rapport i built it tall but narrow sparrows and jackdaws they nestle in the attic fuckin pests but if they left the place at dawn, i'd fill with scorn their placement in a graceful morn is great it's all i'm grateful for awaken feeling shameful, holes and scratches in the walls and doors i think of nights, my bad advice the type of strife i'd stress it for and trust, i've earned my stripes i've got a license to reprise and mourn the types of boring lives that i've recycled i've decided to excite them all

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anguish issues

i thought there was justice in how i process

as i nail a thousand crosses to pails which bleed out nonsense and feed into fiending prophets in need of weeding promises from the vomit which spits from cosmic comets

i read out tomes from lockets boded with supersonic sonnets and prose which i proposed to uphold this supposed code i know to be vis a vis when in need as i reach to pockets which store historic monoliths processing composite a rosin of the apologist coughing up as he flops his fist

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the fabrics of deprecated functionality

i think my wrong approach took me to the right place if not, i hope the songs i wrote are quotable to light shade my pupils wouldn't light up when i felt it in the migraine that was all for your sake, cause i feel this type way

a lingering bliss from within i think we need to kiss but really, it's a damaging thing know your secrets i know where you've been, i know what you did generic, overbearing, and i hate it when it's truthless

but that's just how i say it now try to put my spin on things and make it from a faded frown the gradient created when i made it to a shaven brown the craziness is grating and it's getting really late now i think i need to take out whatever's on my plate

not often i would take in this angle, feeling very strange all the issuing and grappling tackles it's not the way a stringent manager would see in a battle it's the way you blink, i got some questions and i feel a pent up rattle

integrity a medal which i bear and make it stare to the enemy your whispers and conditions make for brittle amenities the sentiment's irreverent, unless you make it petty think i trust you but i'm hesitant to make it ready

why'd you even come here to begin with? think of it, you ain't been with him singing think i need a drink, hit it glistening and timid ineptitude in wreckage my reticle, a spectacle my repertoire irreparable

more often in this time i seem to take this fucking angle don't like it and it's jarring, so i make it dismantle a corner which i cordoned for my calling it's important the morning isn't daunting or abhorrent mourning after

my pores are so absorbent as i feel this toxin build up my veins are all in vain, i fade away into the forefront i'm blatant in the way i fear no shame and keep it blasé i'm bleeding out a shard ribboned deep into my scarred face

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copy (of what? this is stupidly titled but i'll run with it)

my melatonin is eroding i'm composing all my prose with no emotion i'm composing carbon copies of my notions it's confusing, i have noticed when i see you, i feel hopeless when i see you in the street lights at the bottom of the ocean

my breathing is irregular eccentric but not secular immaculate, integrity the enemy, my nebula my heart rate goes retarded when i'm next to you the sectors that we function are so separate i'm working on a merger dispersing all of my stresses i'm refilling my pen and i'm hoping you get this message i bottled it, i drank from the top of it surrender, my sovereign as we come to a covenant

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nushu

a creeping sickness deep in the soles of my shoes towing toes across charcoal cauldrons the vices of mother nature it holds a certain power dropped my basket

we both write our own soliloquys they disgust me i've burnt enough parchment on this hobby of decay

i turn up and cool off in the ashtray plastic, glass, silicon, nylon, leather, cotton

a creeping sickness ushering spoonful after spoonful cravings of indignation a bitterness best expressed in vengeful success i don't even think i could muster that

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ctrl + z saved this one from perishing

sunkissed and sundried sunburnt by sunrise

my lips bitten red raw the gaze of complacency i toll up the tariff the barrel against me

your gaze direct line of sight it comes in a wave and in phases long nights moon beams sunrise

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kidding myself into an exaggerated sense of self importance

with or without you the tide comes in the shoreline in solitude blossoming in the sand dunes

words i wouldn't let you read words i had to say

there's truth in my fifth day of pilgrimage it coincides with the purified velvet sunsets and letters not sent

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yes, no apostrophe

your womanly otherworldly every part of me wants to scream those famous words seeming different lately divinity passes in a flurried lust storms a-brewing from the distant horizon but the sunlight is off key importance in your passion potion it's a wonder how you muster all your otherworldly womanly it's of the greatest mystery how one can be so good to me it's questionably, beautifully the greatest thing that could've been the light of which the blind could see a song that even deaf will scream

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slumbersome

i can't wait for the rest of time the hourglass is bottomless the list is countless five finger regrets are no more the tenancy of the ten finger hesitance? laying across your door as casey once did for me her collar among my belongings as you sleep, i swing the scythe of the dreamcatcher

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fori

there is beauty in betrayal

i may lie awake forever in an echo chamber of my own serenity

before i ever grasp the calamity

in the botanical garden grows the baby's breath i am at ease with no piriteze;

for i grow teary eyed and abundantly mucus festered the skin below my eyes hails in the shade of my dark red eyes

for i no longer bring growth to an ember, but bundle it for your possession

before beauty, there must be betrayal an infringement; compromise; soliloquies sung by the jester in the king's court

there is beauty in the betrayal i lead you to; for i knew you were not twisting the dagger, but removing it

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bridging gaps i've crossed to regress to that mindset again

prophetic dreams, i was floating in the ecstasy of thinking where i'd be if i was living as a better me now there's some steps to see, i reach the edge of my inequity to think i could achieve, i then get pushed to square one territory i already made mistakes, committed shit and doged the felonies i need some air to breathe before i stare into the death of me it's quite refreshingly a different speed to where i tend to flee instead i bear my teeth and grin from ear to chin so rather daringly