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morning hares

m

morning hares

short of shadow there is no outline or color penciled in— make them. make them akin, and when they're lamenting their whims show them an end, an alternative, a jump and a bend, a heart that is full, and an outline to begin.

cried you to sleep

c

cried you to sleep

tell your heroes that i cried you to sleep, and made enemies out of people close to me. you can choose how high you're falling from, and what it means to flee, and you can tell your heroes the fun you had killing me.

late blight

l

late blight

how do you run in this mire, this maze of an emotion, and how do you swim in this uncaring ocean, when all you have is a mere human heart, the kind that falls apart at the slightest poke, that chokes on the smoke from its own fire, how do you run in this mire?

dark all right

d

dark all right

when the rain shakes the sun out the weight of thinking sinks in, catches us napping, takes us on chases through dark and light and dark again, and it is nice, it is fine, it is right.

a gambol

a

a gambol

a gamble pretending this isn't sticky; your sickly-sweet cannonballs and catch-all solutions, bending in degrees i cannot fathom. a gamble putting this much in, knowing we might stretch thinner and thinner; a catch-all absolution of sin i cannot reckon.

aside

a

aside

this isn't our time. the universe decided we shouldn't cross lines, and this is me trying to mind my manners, deserve my own kindness, and not give in and die.

abeam

a

abeam

write me your dreams, your lack of guts for art and poetry. you sing and mean everything. fight me and sleep, then steep in sweat and memories. you sting and mean everything.

invert sugar

i

invert sugar

make a permanent departure, hear their wind come down with vultures where we started, where we bartered our hearts to continue aimlessly heavenward, and through steady indications of hell remain in halos, stinking in desiccation while sinking in oceans, stifling any notion that souls should be accepted as restitution.

tulpa

t

tulpa

never a day when i am booming. nevertheless you say i'm blessed when i am zooming my best into the dirt, an epiphany of firsts looming in imaginary hurt, and my imaginary self with all the trappings of worth is not bound to any beauty on this earth.

emanation body

e

emanation body

you keep doing this to yourself so you deserve the aches, the breaks in your soul, and the cold; you keep setting yourself on fire and up for failure, so you deserve what you've been given, what you've been told— that love is for others and you should fold.
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morning hares

m

morning hares

short of shadow there is no outline or color penciled in— make them. make them akin, and when they're lamenting their whims show them an end, an alternative, a jump and a bend, a heart that is full, and an outline to begin.

cried you to sleep

c

cried you to sleep

tell your heroes that i cried you to sleep, and made enemies out of people close to me. you can choose how high you're falling from, and what it means to flee, and you can tell your heroes the fun you had killing me.

late blight

l

late blight

how do you run in this mire, this maze of an emotion, and how do you swim in this uncaring ocean, when all you have is a mere human heart, the kind that falls apart at the slightest poke, that chokes on the smoke from its own fire, how do you run in this mire?

dark all right

d

dark all right

when the rain shakes the sun out the weight of thinking sinks in, catches us napping, takes us on chases through dark and light and dark again, and it is nice, it is fine, it is right.

a gambol

a

a gambol

a gamble pretending this isn't sticky; your sickly-sweet cannonballs and catch-all solutions, bending in degrees i cannot fathom. a gamble putting this much in, knowing we might stretch thinner and thinner; a catch-all absolution of sin i cannot reckon.

aside

a

aside

this isn't our time. the universe decided we shouldn't cross lines, and this is me trying to mind my manners, deserve my own kindness, and not give in and die.

abeam

a

abeam

write me your dreams, your lack of guts for art and poetry. you sing and mean everything. fight me and sleep, then steep in sweat and memories. you sting and mean everything.

invert sugar

i

invert sugar

make a permanent departure, hear their wind come down with vultures where we started, where we bartered our hearts to continue aimlessly heavenward, and through steady indications of hell remain in halos, stinking in desiccation while sinking in oceans, stifling any notion that souls should be accepted as restitution.

tulpa

t

tulpa

never a day when i am booming. nevertheless you say i'm blessed when i am zooming my best into the dirt, an epiphany of firsts looming in imaginary hurt, and my imaginary self with all the trappings of worth is not bound to any beauty on this earth.

emanation body

e

emanation body

you keep doing this to yourself so you deserve the aches, the breaks in your soul, and the cold; you keep setting yourself on fire and up for failure, so you deserve what you've been given, what you've been told— that love is for others and you should fold.

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kilo, hare

k

kilo, hare

pick the skin from in-between, peel away and say they're going underneath, strengthening. would you have me would you have me so far away and say i've given all i can, lengthening, sorting out, shorting out my lifespan? we are not fidgeting or fucking up our plans. tear across the terror-stricken pretties, give them pennies for their worries, they are skipping out on taking anyway. would you have them would you have them cashing in, dictating sin to anyone? leap, leap, there is plenty. there are plentiful kicking, screaming children bending into business meant for grown-ups. my heart is reeling, then receding, bulging from only beating
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Writer, observer, listener, rememberer.

Favourite Visual Artist
René Magritte, Orson Welles
Favourite Movies
Waking Life (2001), Watership Down (1978), Dark City (1998), Scott Pilgrim vs. the World (2010), Head (1968), Synecdoche, New York (2008), Closely Watched Trains (1966), The Loved One (1965)
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Thanks for the watch - greatly appreciated! :)
Thank you very much for the watch!
It is much appreciated! :-)
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Thanks so much for the watchback ^^
thanks for follow. all your poems are bangers I’ll try to read some more sometime but I fear I’ll forget. forgive me