poems
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The morning sun intrudes past the boundary of the curtain – even if I were to avoid it, it will still rise again, unlike you. I, too, become gradually unlike you: I don’t watch the television, I don’t go out on Friday nights. I don’t write poetry for fun anymore, amongst other trivial matters. It’s…
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3 Notebooks 1. The world breaks everyone but some are strong at the broken places- like my father. He never took himself into account. Always watched and listened, but never forgot anything. Never losing to the rain, nor to the wind – such a person, I want to become. 2. “I want to live…
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Dip your toes before you dive into the water. Yes, this world will burn you. It will set you alight with desire and boil your blood. Feel the heat run through your veins. It only ever rises, higher, and higher. Can you feel it? That frantic drumbeat, the code of a man set aflame, each…
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pretending anger crouched in a corner and watched from shutter-blind teeth the unwilling spreading of a smile control. control sits in the rolling chair writing swear words in cursive. in the same room we both pretend to be uninterested and let the flames lick away at our fists.
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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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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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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 