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...I tighten my eyes and feel the stress...
I.
i will give you seagull feathers & leave you without seesaw lullabies because
i can't really sing.
[i will leave you with love letters curled into flute cases.]
II.
you should have known that when you met me;
"i am neither fickle nor faithful"
yet you persisted.
i can't really blame you.
we were so young.
we were so young.and while the ( Read more... ) -
toss & turn. taciturn.
I.
"where are you now?"
oh darling. i am lost.
II.
the sun sets here in fury, scraping the sky with sharp talons, clouds bleeding and bleeding. everything is still. everything is so still.
in the space between awake and sleep, visions unfold behind my eyelids. what-could-have-beens. i tell my father about all of the pain he has brought into ( Read more... ) -
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...the season left the world, and then returned but now you're lit up by the city...
i am living within the confines of this song, breathing and sleeping and breathing ( Read more... ) -
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i am shaking in my fingertips and calves, forearms and breath is hard to come by so i am restless and exhausted; the urge for motion is inescapable & will not be put to rest yet intention is so hard to unearth ( Read more... ) -
...we are paralyzed, we apologize, our hell is a good life...
you've been calling me again i can tell i can see your number on the screen and i bite my lip and stare. if you were to walk in on me, sitting here amidst the reflections, i'm not sure what i'd say to you. silence would be filled with voices and light, noise and grandeur. my eyes will hide because staring is impolite and my hands will twist because ( Read more... ) -
this looked much longer when it was handwritten:
You start like this:
Standing on a 4'x6' balcony at the death of fall. Long fingered hands, cold and trembling, trying to hold still your half-lit cigarette. The smoke makes shadows on the night, and you see ribcages hanging off the trees in the twilight. Wind rattles the venetian blinds on your roomate's window, and you startle and jump, ( Read more... ) -
This is public, this is the phrasing I can't complete:
And who am I now, if not what I hide? At this hour I sleep and dream, at the next I climb the stairs that lead to nowhere, fire and ash.
And existentialism will only take us so far, and transcending what we thought we believed will only hurt so much.
This is Autumn; she is the cruelest mistress.
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mid-morning frustration isn't the best place to start.
start here:
farmlands, fog in the light, flickering sun
streetlamps at dusk, cobblestones, platform shoes sliding into cracks
wood walls, floors, ceilings, shells
this place would go up in seconds.
blackberry thorn scratches, blood-red strawberries
triquetals
splinters.
