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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
i have unravelled into adulthood as a spool of knots like how i shouldn’t eat sweets before dinner though there is currently none in my smiling fridge that will one day need to be cleaned after years of neglect and drinks spilling onto the cold lifeless white if only to offer a colour or maybe … Continue reading
can there be life after childhood because in cat years i’m already dead 24 and still stuck on the early stuff thinking i may have peaked when i was eight and on a hill with girls laughing at my joke about farts later gaggling about their anuses as starfish making me grow another limb but … Continue reading
here comes the morning hunting hungry for dreams with a sky like a bruise from yesterday’s battle found still in her throat with a pulse that is a wild animal a laughing hyena clawing to get out and a voice remaining silent against the resting noise not beat but beating not gone but going to … Continue reading
even after the most beautiful moment there is still the ugliness of everyday to tackle and the night that suffocates the open wound of the sun in bloody vengeance with more wars on the horizon * slurping joy drunk at 11 alright gods my ass on the rail once more kneeling with wretchedness and myself … Continue reading
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