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Apocalypse
thunderous roar, raging sea and the sunken sea beneath,
this is the place we made,
and now it's coral,
now it's an aquarium for all sorts of under-sea life,
now it's a sponge's living room
it's a museum for the clown fish,
that swim around the highways
old ventricles and aortas that don't pump blood anymorethere's a lackluster sunset,
and a sincere lack of apologies,
\there's ghosts on the shore,and they all look like me.
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189 deviations
Literature
Apocalypse
thunderous roar, raging sea and the sunken sea beneath,
this is the place we made,
and now it's coral,
now it's an aquarium for all sorts of under-sea life,
now it's a sponge's living room
it's a museum for the clown fish,
that swim around the highways
old ventricles and aortas that don't pump blood anymorethere's a lackluster sunset,
and a sincere lack of apologies,
\there's ghosts on the shore,and they all look like me.
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188 deviations
Literature
St. Sanguine
hop from dream to dreams,
on a cloud of red mist,
one with the people our arms connect at seams,
open hands, holding hands, to back handed, to fistsbig bloody grin,
smile for the art that is a vanity,
puritanically denounce this sin
but find love in all of humanity,share the blood, it's a knife-to-vein show
everyone's cutting up their hearts on plates
to prove they have some sense of bravado,
hook up to break up, our week long soul-mateswe are the guardians, feeling no death
in here, we are as immortal as our own exhaling breaths
Saints
4 deviations
Literature
windows
I wanted to write, but I don't know what to write of,there is so much to choose from,webs,meters, miles,
sobriquets, epithets, and the music of a cold night,outside my window is framed darkness,
and 'tis the hanging season,but here I've got a little fire,I've got a pocket flame,
a twinkle in my eye,
a broken vase,
a sprouting flower,memories flow like tears in my dreams,
but the future comes sooner than is thought,gravity, orbitatmosphere,my mindfulness becomes mindless,
I fight, but it is so easy to give,so easy to quit.
Home
7 deviations
Literature
Sonnet for Taylor
you were a warm ghost, a flickering face on a screen
I saw your smile once, manifest, lovely ghost I saw you
love, I turned to smoke and I turned green green green
I burn you down, you burnt up and it's nothing new it's nothing newcinders, I singed myself, my lungs turned to crisp I crumple to ash
I loved you dear, I loved you tender,
we splintered still, a thundering crash
my loving heart starved itself slenderyet, warmed in your embracing words, I took your soul
I bent you in thirds, two for me and one for you
I cheated you out, I stole I stole I stole
from you, your beating love, I broke, pursued.if only I could. Repay that unrepairable...
Come to the Window
12 deviations
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