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made to break
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whole libraries of fallen ideals and dreams
i have no image here, i'm largely amorphous. i preen and posture like i'm something to see. i swear to make a point and sometimes for laughter. i never claim to be an object distinct. i know it burns when you read something connective. you see your face in verbose portions of sea. you alone know if you are under or over, the waves keep crashing without care or instinct. i claim to feel when i am tossing a pebble. i watch it skip beyond my blurry deceit. you have to know that i was drowned from the outset. too busy floating to remain on my knees. when you are older, you may think of a poem. something about a nebula between teeth. and i, a f
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chug another bottle, burns like bridges into ash. slam my fist against the dash again, it's showing. turn the car around, you know i can't believe you this time. nothing seems to rhyme with our dysfunction. tire's punctured and my temper's through the drywall; i won't yell if you don't speak the truth so blithely.
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brashstrokes
here in an era unsettled i quake, cough, choke, and quaintly expire. does one perspire post-taste of death? adam mired us to clog our throats, broke a rib in the grip. god, painting with time, drew inspiration from chaos; as he pollocked i quit.
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cross a leg at me and sway in tune. i haven't shimmered quiet like this since i bloomed. absolve me, moon. today witnessed my spiral, soon tomorrow will dizzy in kind. if there's time enough to pull the tides to shore then you can spare my life, you whore. forgive my spittle, i'm at doom's origination, rotting. mind in knotty echoes while you beam. like a proper fucking dream, your countenance. my let veins discolor oceans. little queen, you dominatrix. i will worship you to death.
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warranted
i. my phone had never been broken. ii. when it impacted the bedroom wall it lodged itself there, siri couldn't understand my sobbing. iii. it fell when you slammed the front door, knocked over a bottle of water that spilled across my laptop. it bounced loudly and off to the right, face up on the tile. iv. unblemished, save for mascara smeared across the virtual keyboard. you didn't respond so i ran out to your car. v. i threw it at your god-damned tail lights.
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map of sum universe
i. i never knew i wouldn't be, couldn't see the entropy. i spun out a galaxy from half-light. here it does metastasize blinking afar. ii. dark star, you inked a pathway from cancer to canis minor. south by south west without a breath to spare. fangs bared, danger to the old wounds. like a god, thankful. iii. it is thorsday and you're working until 3:15am. first you rub your weary eyelids, then the blinking begins. iv. i couldn't trace your gaze, it wove between starshine and booze, through bottles and sheer tops. where did your eager eyes rest? which chest of drawers stained your irises; i remember when they were clear. v. i always knew i
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up the creek
i drag a match across charon's sternum, she backhands me and i laugh. we are in the middle of styx, she's stopped. i fidget slightly, but keep my cool as i can. i swam from the shore to meet her, and may already be deceased.
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condor
not even a whisper, i blur and become unseated. gravity is not ever defeated, my words do not stay the fall. colder, quieter, all. i retch and lose focus. what death could be worse than fate? no worship, i stake an existence on none. i am coming undone, string stuck in the teeth. puncture and atrophy and blister. i warp and wish for transcendence. silent, my disparate wrists rip different.
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deep in roots, my lungs tangle and choke. dangerous ope shines no light, only brokenness. weep, it shoots through the bone, dynamic. i panic alone and gasp, unknown. leave me collapsing in, i know i haven't been. strangle hope but claim respect. i pray i've died in your vision again.
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o data, canceling
choke back a casket's clasps, coffin splinters. gasp and grasp would-haves, stabbed deep in injuries requested. grave speech from a lectern casting ghastly shade o'er the lectured. let your god down swiftly, six feet to freedom clashing with divinity. can any entity gnash us between the end and infinity? fatal digits flash up the screen and careen in binary decisions. wary incisions bleed passively but gashes speed massive amounts of plasma to the scene. finish me.
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kicking the down
lover there are too many truths brimming in you, eager;   even when you inhale there are mercies spilling over bright, split lips like water from an eclipsed moon or the side of a martyr, you bloom with grace. let me lie deep in your garden, brooding forever in lilac kiss. showered in petal lace   ivy deep in the veins, you grip each ending nerves full aflame. lately, i sleep while you wander.
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drossuary
i. in the morning i wretch, bed vomits me out, feet sabotage and catch, head orbiting doubt. i'm eager but quickly repressed, steps into the dew soon find themselves stretched, failure etched devoutly into coralled ankles. i recite the scars, honest liturgy of daily dread, what of me should i forget and what should i assault? ii. around the corner you mention me, sparing no detail. i failed you in glaring verb omissions, my loss glowing crisp in every touch. i am not much; it is no secret to me. i've watched it be prayed with heaves, heard it be cursed in eves, felt it recoil. what worth has the toil of an unwanted burden? iii. in the sun
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the order of the undulating
i. it is the snap of a vein devoting blood to the surface, worshipping air as release before quickly bowing in service to harsher things; i've felt the canines' impact, it never fades. i've yet to break my holy back but i have strained. there's a wrist that i'd never snap but when the bark twists blades i call it grace. ii. it is the snag of avenues devoid of budding incursions. your lip and hair are in breeze, your wick is blowing, imperfect, your stars estrange; no telling how the skies react to the rearrange. you better mistake no action for dismay. don't wish for an epitaph but when the dark invades it'll call your name. iii. it isn't
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ex tension (gliitchmix)
rewrit, i scrape my bones in new scripts. dizzied by the depths of my thighs, i'm prone to stretch out from quasar to anomaly. i depress your facets. you sleep sounder than ever. click your cheek, lip, scars, and former glories all. you sleep, and my sound is full of mnemonic waves. they crash on me, clawing at my hull and calling me down, bidding me drown. you are asleep, love. my wrists cannot escape your nuisance. how sweet are your echoes in the tomb of my chest.
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hands together when i kneel
i may not be much but swear to christ i'll level you. cut your teeth on me and drink devil tongue when we kiss. unsettle your desperate itch and lace your ligaments; i will swallow you within an inch and own it. i'll be bearing mary up until the twist, then rectify my wandering eye with touch of lips. locked, you exist to please me.
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hey newton, gravity's flawed
i. starting anew from the flutter and the sputter of lungs. a vacant sea filled with feathers and tumultuous clatter, ribs in a treacherous pattern resembling exiting rungs. i want to wrestle the angels, your tendency is the ladder. ii. involved with full indiscretion, trading lazy for lace. unspool the curse of the long- itudinally inflected. limbs in a languorous flexion ultimately misplaced; i like the stab of the ankles, you need the curves intersected. iii. opting to cull my extents with trans-dimensional vigor. spent my dysphoric corrections on reconnecting lax ends. lips in a spurious accent feign a passionate rigor. i tie myself to
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macrocosmic
i. i have a theory that the size of the universe is measured in negative numbers: so small that it looped over became big again thus we are all collapsing into ourselves and each other brilliant clusters entwined with the void and our expanses are startled and crossed when we touch and the universe isn't enough every nebulae or space where a star was re- placed with something that wasn't nothing or a nothing becoming something ii. lately the hole in my chest is growing, so i will observe the vacuum and wait for infinity recurring a bleak space imploding chemicals corroding stark ribs contracting volatile, reacting is this a ref
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ISLNDS
you like the way the i slants, an error's guidance in a sea of hyphens. sans-serif in cropped crests made to full- stop breasts beating; an obsess- ion breathing in lost chests. now a motive is seething with options; play thief and proceed greedily, often. dive deep and drink the leap's froth; breath is only as sweet as the speech that breeds thought.
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Do you have any clue how mesmerizing you remain? You're a cryogenic heart attack {encased in flame} and laced with memory's sweetest secret name spoken and winding icily down the same backbone that you freeze with a fireburn hum; to feel you breathe upon my xiphisternum is like a dream from heaven above wrapped in an aquamarine      pillar        of     flame; "I am so in love with you" becomes preferred refrain. (There's something stuck in my head: it's you and I.) We cannot be the same, for we have witnessed candlelit displays of com
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on heartache
i've been flirting with insomnia    fondling the cold neck of a bottle i've been tongue kissing lechery    fingering a speckled purple mottle you've left patches on my neck you smell of grapes and stone cold regret          i've been                      drunk           and                 impressionable and i want to let you take me home      and explore my body           like a catacomb i am gluttonous and bare      guzzling from the rim of a wine glass i am sun-kissed and exposed       groping at the lights you've left some clothing at my place but i don't think i'd recognise your face         i am                    deso
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flung from heaven
I've been knocked out of orbit, delicate balance upset by a comet unforeseen burning bright across the black distance. you, sun mirrored smaller in her satellite - either my darkest night or most brilliant, bittersweet dream - have drawn me in vulnerable to the vacuum left by your absence, pulled to embrace the traces of your path the places where you were, to realize the full force of your gravity, the ice and fire of your love; all to observe the end of 'the world'. we know chemical reactions - creating and uncreating the legend of our journey together, bodies drifting apart in cold blue space - are memories which never die, but kill
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cladach eachtrach
Our shadows were children the horizon a nightlight, my skin Vodka white in the womb of the Atlantic, bioluminescence like sparks conducting electricity strip wire symphony, naked limbs paired and easily divided in the remainder wading between constants; prenatal combination, the tide rolling in contractions, and like ships to harbor it bore us to shore.
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you relinquished your chains. i didn't realize the alloy turned your wrists green and soured the feeling.    i didn't realize you viewed them    as shackles, and not the comfort    endowed to you when i vowed    to protect you just two months ago.    i don't blame you.        no, i can't. delicate birds    don't like the clanking of cages,        no matter how intricate    the bars are constructed, and how beautiful the permanence of a lock is        
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a learned heart tomorrow
i worship an empty god who answers no prayers. a mono-disciple tapered to heavenly threads without ever bearing wings of my own, i have no convictions except the idle ones he tethers me with: our shrine is gold and red. (sometimes i think it is pretty.) i will follow him with blind eyes, for there is nothing more sweet than to be loved for merely existing and reciting his gospel to the ground. i grow under his sunlight. he waters me as he pleases, but my petals will never be the colors of the church flowers from his childhood, (he doesn't realize they are fable.) my mind will never be his steeple. Nazareth needs repairing, but scr
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wild wild west.
ignore the pointed hat baby, i’m ten gallons of poison and bile, vile – when storms sweep in from the badlands on black chargers and appaloosa steeds they blow me like tumbleweed through dustbowl towns with hivemind townfolk and priest’s pretty daughters, what is love but vile, wild? this one has eyes like a renegade fire, kisses an effigy of me before she goes to dream, i swear i’ll leave when the hurricane next calls, but she is all ribbon and strawberry freckles, lying in fields of sweet-grass and hiding my gifts of wolf’s bane and eye of newt in satin bags where her rosaries ought to be –
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implicit
write an anthology for which broken part of me? the one that weeps for innocuous souls too early departed, or the one that split their necks open, looking for gold? i’ll tell you, there’s no treasure in the eyes of the hated, and no hope in the minds of those who burn cities to the ground just to smell charred dreams -- staying alive is a risk that permeates the groundwater everyone in my life drinks from. i could be angelic or heretic, new found or lost to the ideas of men i once was, before led astray, before the radio chirped, & my intruder’s openness closed the hearts of souls uncold
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just another queer rage poem.
so i’ve been told that you can’t break something that’s already in pieces.  how foolish a thing to say to someone like me, isn’t it? i, jagged edge, have never fit anywhere anyone has wanted me to go.  these are just the facts. so i suppose i could tighten my tongue.  i guess i could bend. but then again, who would i be without the anger?  who’s blood covers me?  i, fruitless.  i, snake. i guess what i’m trying to say with a bit of tact is i don’t think anyone other than queer people will know the harrowing pit that is the fear of not being loved by those that bore you.  i once overheard someo
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thanks everso
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Thank you for faving my latest poem!
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: salute :
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