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10000 words were wasted on my punk ass preteen mind - like I understood the difference between Huxley and Orwell. It was just the syntax; I found it soothing. How many giants do I have to stalk to find a fucking foothold? How long before I can call a thesis statement truly mine? Is anyone anything more than the accumulation of the ideas of others? This is a long becoming, a painful resigning. You are not an originator, but everything is in translation anyway.

#One of the nights that I didn't kill myself

my love is shallow you don't have to float but I won't take you anywhere

#One of the nights that I didn't kill myself #a post for you

I miss you. I've barely got a grasp on myself but I miss you

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my palms sweat too

people have slipped through my fingers as I held them over my eyes . they fell between the knuckles, the stark and bowing rifts of my past myopic actions the flesh that I'd starved thin

you are resting in my hands that always seem to shake and I know that this is dangerous but I hold you anyway . I can't say much regarding security only a bit about this new home your cold room and thin sheets and warm body against my goalpost hipbones . our life is very strange you are my morning coffee but I'm telling you not to speak before you talk to me . I'm asking you to hold on to the thin gold ring that's falling off of me . you are welcome in my hands but be careful of the cracks

#mywork #poem #poetry #newpoetssociety #spilled ink #creative writing #poets on tumblr #anorexia #recovery

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Mushroom n’ moss

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'the stranger song' - leonard cohen

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Please understand, I never had a secret chart to get me to the heart of this or any other matter

#lc4lyf #gpoy

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Broken Things - David Byrne I am fixing broken things

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There’s a city in my mind

Come along and take that ride And it’s all right, baby, it’s all right And it’s very far away But it’s growing day by day And it’s all right, baby, it’s all right

#literally listened to this earlier today #ily Gee

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A Baby Elephant Blowing Bubbles

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Style - L.Cohen

I don't believe the radio stations of Russia and America but I like the music and I like the solemn European voices announcing jazz . I don't believe opium or money though they're hard to get and punished with long sentences . I don't believe love in the midst of my slavery I do not believe . I am a man sitting in a house on a treeless Argolic island I will forget the grass of my mother's lawn I know I will I will forget the old telephone number Fitzroy seven eight two oh . I will forget my style I will have no style . I hear a thousand miles of hungry static and the old clear water eating rocks I hear the bells of mules eating I hear the flowers eating the night under their folds Now a rooster with a razor plants the haemophilia gash across the soft black sky and now I know for certain . I will forget my style . Perhaps a mind will open in this world perhaps a heart will catch rain Nothing will heal and nothing will freeze but perhaps a heart will catch rain . America will have no style Russia will have no style It is happening in the twenty-eighth year of my attention . I don't know what will become of the mules with their lady eyes or the old clear water or the giant rooster The early morning greedy radio eats the governments one by one the languages the poppy fields one by one Beyond the numbered band a silence develops for every style for the style I laboured on an external silence like the space between insects in a swarm electric unremembering and it is aimed at us . (I am sleepy and frightened) it makes toward me brothers

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