Poetry
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crystalline- which was our bond surely eternity must have been erased when we crossed the line in the wake of our collapse you forcefully shed my skin surprisingly it was all just as expected: my true nature – it remains too beautiful too beautiful for you to behold.
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i. beckoning arrows falling bottom of the calendar ii. cadaver corpses sleeping in mud-clad funeral suits iii. the green, it envelops us, inviting, inviting, back to a caged cage —————- 1. i wrote this last friday because i received the notification indicating that i had just 6 months of national service left 2. disillusioned and…
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for fear of fragmentation I decided to tie myself to my roots. instead of wandering alone on ‘deck’ or whatever I find myself spilling shit on myself mocking piety hiding apathy in choa chu kang. . currently a woman with hair styled a horse and a dress wild black returns a book home. Does she…
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IMPOTENT RAGE penetrates impregnable fortresses mind body soul a burning bonfire a desire to destroy inner selves outer beings cease, seethe, see.
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1. Powerless to hurt you, I focus my insignificant, transient wrath onto a brief memory. I can only pray, that God may deliver me from hatred, as only He can. 2. Lying together, the folds of the blanket cover our exposed selves: a ritual; a burial. Even though you are gone, I listen for your…
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1. Parallel projection, Horizontal rejection: I lie Sideways on a muddy ridge-line Waiting for time to trip and fall. Come now: come, feed off me. I sit in the shower and wait to slide Down the throat of Time: I wait to be destroyed. 2. He leaves you behind as debris.…
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He who has been stabbed leaves the gap open for necrosis. A pair of diving eyes minds it as they dance behind the yellow line. What irony, for the victim to play his own murderer. The train of thoughts leaves the station. “I tried to keep the knife away,” you still say; your hands grasp the handle.
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The daisies, as the days go by, shed their delicate skin: their white satin dresses. Piece by piece, it falls, back to the dirty soil: a burial.
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Put on your second-hand smile and beg for forgiveness. Karma comes, like a knife through water: it seeks you. A confession before a firing squad: inevitability, with your eyes wide open, to take it all, in. Accepting, receiving, you wait: for a punishment you think you deserve, for a crime you think you committed. Where…
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devote your life to the art of hate. devote your life to waste. solidify your anger into something tangible. something you can grasp, and pass on. suffice to say, let it go, let it all go away.
ugly stage 