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and when i woke up
everything vanished,
reality washed away like
those stains on your jeans,
so easily
maybe they were never there.
everything vanished,
reality washed away like
those stains on your jeans,
so easily
maybe they were never there.
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notesleep
playing my emphases like harp strings
your voice smokes thru the oaken bramble
pour a carbonated apology, a sun-stained
mile marked envelope, two ill-fitted birds,
hands small holes right before a rush of river
what it feels like being swallowed from the outside
crushing rings into truth serum, pretend
to be out of tune with that deception
I have been unable to parse my own persona
a pink cotton voice I remember thru the phone
I remember because it formed me into a granary
one crop after another of patriarchal idioms
whisper my secrets so softly into a glint of red hair
a saucer-eyed lace pattern cut into pine paper
I practice radical self lo
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waterproof
sea foam regrets
wash this lacerated heart
with saline baptisms
of undying love
(and etch their
wretched revelations
on mausoleum walls).
your ancient ruins
still stand undefeated
by impudent waves
(like overexposed
polaroids showcased in
empty exhibitions).
and it's futile
exorcising
my heart of
your remnants
(because all
graveyards need
ghosts to
haunt them).
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Forging Foundations
there is part of me that knows these walls
in the same ways I know
unrequited was the dream I used to tie my strings to,
unrequited was the hope I used to fill myself up,
unrequited is just a word I used to be friends with
because you've crooked your fingers
into the hooks of my jeans
and you've hooked my heart,
dangling, a stranger to safety
learning how to let someone lead--
there is a piece of me that fears these feelings
like I fear insects that sting, like I fear wildfires that rage,
like I fear porcelain dolls
with cracked faces and scarred chests
because so far in this life,
all the beautiful things I've ever held
have come to me brok
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The block doesn't seem to be going anywhere, but I can be stubborn so don't worry. I'll be back.
Until then I'll try to keep it simple, forcing words out just makes them lose meaning. This is probably a bit too simple, but it carries some sort of thought and it's better than a bunch of pretty metaphors thrown together for no reason.
Or at least that's what I think.
What about you?
Until then I'll try to keep it simple, forcing words out just makes them lose meaning. This is probably a bit too simple, but it carries some sort of thought and it's better than a bunch of pretty metaphors thrown together for no reason.
Or at least that's what I think.
What about you?
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"Loves Greatness" R.Allen
My love wasn't my heart. My love wasn't part of my body at all. My love is like some beautiful stain glass windows in a spirit temple that's my soul.
You didn't break my heart. You didn't hurt me. You shattered every one of those beautiful windows, while the sun had them glowing.
You desecrated my love.
Now they been re stored. Love didn't heal me. Love made it like it never happened at all, and that's only a SPECK of loves greatness.
My love wasn't my heart.
My love wasn't my heart. My love wasn't part of my body at all. My love is like some beautiful stain glass windows in a spirit temple that's my soul.
You didn't break my heart. You didn't hurt me. You shattered every one of those beautiful windows, while the sun had them glowing.
You desecrated my love.
Now they been re stored. Love didn't heal me. Love made it like it never happened at all, and that's only a SPECK of loves greatness.
My love wasn't my heart.