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 "Invincible" comes from the word "vinc", meaning conquer; it is essentially defined as "unconquerable".  To achieve this is what some humans crave, because there is a belief that in knowing they cannot be stopped, they will somehow be more. Ever increasingly, individuals, on the back of societies, attempt to broaden what is within the scope of human possibility: we resist death as an option and fight it however we can, and treat death only as a consequence of transgression.  Immortality, it comes with an undercurrent of infinite possibility, and this incites us to it because we feel limited by the time we have, and feel as though more would

For the days and nights on the line Crossing the Pacific on a steady strand of sea Which we never banked or swayed from Though we trusted each millisecond To be the push that flipped our tumultuous scales Clinging to the sides, cowering over food Ironic, to shield water when surrounded by unending liquid There were days and night on the line Without each other, when fighting spun us More than the sea could cause pain I could glare, and more than the crash of the waves Was the cavern of your silence We didn't cling to each other Knowing that to be seafaring and alone was torture We remained as though alone Those days and nights

        icarus has always been a god-send to those who know better than to think he’s a god those aching swan hearts thinking        nothing is more than what it looks like, we are saved, for nature is strung together with the fibres of our beings the world is stardust, is our dust                                        intangible        no matter how we long to hold on but it is there, there doesn’t need to be more than we see icarus has been            refreshing, inkwells of cool water poured on the papyrus of my skin a boy who understands what it feels, to drift apart in morning falling from human, to globules of water an

The world was turning Yesterday I told *him of salt streak crying and salt flat winter eyes I was saying to ^him Yesterday we beat out the same dust from our cloaks we've right to brigade as human I was proud of *him Yesterday he wrapped corner cobwebs 'round his shy flying words and wore them aloud It was raining Yesterday sliding through children’s hymns with spider plant hair little girl voice echoing silver like dimes run over on gravel roads startling comfort ~He implored me Yesterday love seeps out of his pores calling sharp as birdsong unquiet I was alone Yesterday there are no words, +he said, to describe how we feel ins

they’re you lidded eyes and touch typing singing out braille songs across a nation that isn’t yours to love land that isn’t mine to carry i’ve stolen away into nights, to cry for a world that doesn’t want me, that calls me a name that isn’t mine that says it is home a land, still, that we need        tectonic plates with force enough to collide infertile soil and barren ground        the same, together to make amends to make amends for the human race that boils away like cancer, inside the lungs of a world that never asked for consciousness that never wanted us to try to love it, to grow spores

Those stirring eyes Blush So nice to see you Those tears Dishevelment Oh…nice to see you That glare Tenseness -Nice to see you Those blinking eyes Fingertips It's nice, to see you That blindness Wandering Nice to see you? Those lidded eyes Paleness I hate to see you go...

I need someone who will needlessly lie I call out in seas of dust, whipping eyes to sockets and glass tears Whisper one strange little detail It turns into poison and spits ink in my mind Mercy, held back by insatiable curiosity Tell me! your embellished story Morals of your lives Gesticulating puzzle pieces, ones that fit together I beg- instead, you bear images, archaic and disconnected Obsession, addiction Haven't I've been too smart for that? That piece of my crude teenager brain, secular reasoning, that should come later Isn't it what gave me derision to smokers, painted faces, fighters? There's something deeper than those choices th

I just realized how much I love you for not telling me what to do, zippering lips until I ask. For letting me julienne carrots one slice per minute, and not complaining when the food hit the table at eight that night. For leaving the kitchen the moment my ingredients cluttered the stove, and returning only when the onion needed to be cut minus five seconds ago. For the "I'm impressed" that I ducked out from under like a clap on my shoulder, but blushed as I told you to withhold such words and stop being lame. For giving each other that look only once when I came biking with you after swearing it off for two years, and pretending not to no