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he's got wasteland words dripping
from the migraine-swell of his skull &
down through the splinters of his spine.
the kid's a connoisseur, but only of
dead hands & phantom depressions;
he's more of a dilettante for
the spectacle called being.
from the migraine-swell of his skull &
down through the splinters of his spine.
the kid's a connoisseur, but only of
dead hands & phantom depressions;
he's more of a dilettante for
the spectacle called being.
Literature
Turn my words against me.
I want my words to take
root in your stomach and grow
up your esophagus, the calyx
of your tongue brushing the edge
of your teeth until the words blossom
from your lips in a slow
explosion of elegance, jawline
trickled with nectar, charming
hummingbirds and honeybees
with the promise of butterfly kisses.
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beauty is a state of mind
forgiveness is the
scent the violet leaves
on the foot that stomped it;
I am beautiful in remembrance:
I am beautiful
in a body two sizes too
large, in eyes dilated
with questions (eyes
you cannot name; gray
like the ocean, blue
like the heart, green like
the fever dream I cannot
wake from) I am the
hair of a lion, a wild
thing, ignition upon
tempted glance. I am the skin
you cannot name, always fleeting;
the chameleon
you always see
but never truly take in.
and I know a boy
carved of ivory sil
Literature
Paradigm Shift
Emerging flash of starlight pap
between sunset and ocean cap
colliding spang into my eyes
for once to have me realize
not everything becomes a song,
and I shall sleep before too long.
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you'll suffocate if you keep your head in the clouds too long, poet boy.
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i love all the little meanings and stuff
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