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i am a frayed
remnant brought up from the deep
i am
i am i am i am
not sure i am
anything without the pressure
lullaby as dark as
the fragments of a cold dream
that kind of cold that eats
into your bones and you can't
forget it forget being
asleep wishing
it would last
as long as winter and winter lasts
forever in the deep
where i am
here whispers sun
falling fraying
my edges torn apart i can't
hold together in the light let me
come apart you don't have to watch
i'll rip myself into flowers and false
green hearts they aren't
right like i am
not right
i am awake crush me back to sleep
blind me bind me sinking
is easier than swimming up
if i greet the sun
it devours me i am
helpless i deserve to be
a vagrant in winter pieces
held together by the dark
insides not quite right all aglow
and foundering and
held together
in the sun i am
something new, afraid
of threads coming loose, raveling
back into hearts and something
green
awake
with eyes
remnant brought up from the deep
i am
i am i am i am
not sure i am
anything without the pressure
lullaby as dark as
the fragments of a cold dream
that kind of cold that eats
into your bones and you can't
forget it forget being
asleep wishing
it would last
as long as winter and winter lasts
forever in the deep
where i am
here whispers sun
falling fraying
my edges torn apart i can't
hold together in the light let me
come apart you don't have to watch
i'll rip myself into flowers and false
green hearts they aren't
right like i am
not right
i am awake crush me back to sleep
blind me bind me sinking
is easier than swimming up
if i greet the sun
it devours me i am
helpless i deserve to be
a vagrant in winter pieces
held together by the dark
insides not quite right all aglow
and foundering and
held together
in the sun i am
something new, afraid
of threads coming loose, raveling
back into hearts and something
green
awake
with eyes
uhhh sometimes I write poetry and it's really weird, and this is a bit weirder than normal.
inspired by my roommate, who 1) writes this fantastic kind of surreal not-really-punctuated poetry (she's much better at it than I am) and 2) told me that in the very deepest parts of the ocean there are creatures who are literally held together by the pressure and if they came to the surface they would just come apart
and also by dreamsdreamsdreams
(yeah I'll scrap this in a bit)
inspired by my roommate, who 1) writes this fantastic kind of surreal not-really-punctuated poetry (she's much better at it than I am) and 2) told me that in the very deepest parts of the ocean there are creatures who are literally held together by the pressure and if they came to the surface they would just come apart
and also by dreamsdreamsdreams
(yeah I'll scrap this in a bit)
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it's spellbinding.
it took some time in building up the momentum but when it gets to that line "crush me back to sleep" it gains this newly born force and it makes me want to just inhale all of your words
your spacing, enjambment, and lack of punctuation here work very very well with this material
but damn considering this poem within the context of those deep-sea creatures is a really powerful thing.
it took some time in building up the momentum but when it gets to that line "crush me back to sleep" it gains this newly born force and it makes me want to just inhale all of your words
your spacing, enjambment, and lack of punctuation here work very very well with this material
but damn considering this poem within the context of those deep-sea creatures is a really powerful thing.