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once all has gone wrong at least all that is left is to go on * i have a forget me knot around my neck though breath brings me back to the remembrance of now * the best thing to do for the future is to leave the present with nothing better * all is … Continue reading
there must be kindness before there is death though often it is only found in the dying after of people remembering one of their own kind * what will come has not yet become so do not go before it’s gone * i suppose i am gifted to know your loving for i can see … Continue reading
i am starting to think that i will never be at the top and that i’m only here to ensure that the bottom is filled for those above to look on as an end they do not wish to start in * i am the love that didn’t love i * she told … Continue reading
a leak and a lake found unscrambled in the flower and the dew filled with grasshoppers that are praying to avoid the mantis that makes men look lost in skirts and the twirl of a tornado that makes no sense like this poem for i have found that the hardest thing is to not be … Continue reading
you say that i am beautiful for having been broken for the little light that filters through like a world being created am i only me to you when i am creating destruction * you can do all you can do and still it will not be enough for even the most delightful dream … Continue reading
how great you are in your ability to forget how great you are in your breathless self-destruction where your face reddens against a blush private like purses or perhaps like your words before that move towards me in their complete stutters and awesome pauses where you close as a bandage protecting your broken breaking self … Continue reading
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
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