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the following is sloppy unraveling, but even a single curled thread is needed to make a blanket. * all poetry is falling to the ground for it is autumn where i call her hollow to tell that i was in love again budding anew feeling the warmth of someone’s sun and she said me too … Continue reading
how do all these people go on living against it all with it all for it all hungry to have tried and retired into more while becoming little lives of themselves where they wither into melted plastic shaped into a bullet burnt and stuck in a gun where they crumble spectacularly like a face to … Continue reading
trying to save falling clouds from drowning in the puddles of themselves where among the murky mondays his eyes are gray storms slipping back to storms seas back to savage seas under glasses after a lifetime of not seeing himself through lenses and reflecting confusion bringing the thing closer to him him closer to it … Continue reading
the following aren’t very good, which makes me feel better. * they always leave but the way they left never goes away * heartbreak must be hereditary for i never knew my father and my mother says it would break my heart to know why * i have seen splayed organs from a suicide victim … Continue reading
to be judged upon a mistake is to determine the weather by a single cloud to determine disease by a baseless bacteria to fall in love with a glance though i’ll admit that i should’ve looked away then to avoid the awesome mistake of you weathering into another’s sick love * i don’t mean to … Continue reading
be calm it took a universe to cook you it will take a while to come to comfort and rest with being and how much unbeing it takes to have been and yet still be * the last word i will write will still linger for more of you * … Continue reading
love, broken but hearty hoping for fill * i am not devastated for i feel as though i can still grab your hand though the lack of it feeling i has led to devastation of what i am not * how is it that that which gave the world warmth doesn’t burn it all down … Continue reading
i have things to do like yesterday and a week before that too but i was only sixteen or around there then adding to the clouds with a coughing chimney that will throat her till rain roars into this light life that i swear has no free will and if there is some it’s predetermined … Continue reading
all i wanted was all of it all i ever needed was everything and all i got was to be forgotten * we consume until our innards come out to bare with us as we sift through garbage of a city coating us with ideas of greatness and sky though we only touch … Continue reading
give me a chance world to join you in giving others the same give me a chance to wonder whether i’ll manage to get old and what i’ll do when there is nothing to do but get older give me a chance to feel the mediocre conversation rolling through my kitchen that is … Continue reading
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