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minutes, hours
weekends, months
won't keep me from it.
God thinks he knows, but he doesn't know
what he himself hides.
A future dream potential plight,
all the same, blend into one on our larger than life scale.
my love is another death, in the next life,
a puddle, and the ink,
just,
bleeds,
off the page.
although today I tire,
today you will see my strong arm rip through all matter
with a sailing arc.
I sleep, trying to think of everything at once.
weekends, months
won't keep me from it.
God thinks he knows, but he doesn't know
what he himself hides.
A future dream potential plight,
all the same, blend into one on our larger than life scale.
my love is another death, in the next life,
a puddle, and the ink,
just,
bleeds,
off the page.
although today I tire,
today you will see my strong arm rip through all matter
with a sailing arc.
I sleep, trying to think of everything at once.
Literature
Nocte
Hiding from the beast,
From tree to tree,
Running in the dark,
I tell myself such things,
Slow- so it won't find you,
Breath.
These fires have scorched far and wide,
Leaving the scent of my former cinders to linger in my head,
Like some bad bender,
Warped memories encircling grey,
The ground is made of shattered glass,
Broken dreams.
No lilies remain,
To any kingdom I run,
In mirrors of liquid glass,
Surrealist battles are won,
And like fear,
The spider crawled from my mouth.
They are sedating everything,
Brush pixilated,
Focus changing,
Leaving me to run in the dark,
Caught in the eye of the storm,
Hiding in the calm.
Literature
The Fog
The Fog
shifts between states,
your moods are fault
zones and only you can sing
the mermaid song.
The body of water blots out
into distance of moss
broth. A kind of swampy
existence, like living
with mold and mice.
I'm nauseated by the constancy
of this map that goes nowhere.
This is a small mercy
for you, relying on the natural
phenomena that is
gravity, the geneological
magnetism that spits blood
and says, daughter,
this wasteland of us.
You emerge out
of that mud, hair sculpted
like a bronze goddess
and taught
fear to live inside me.
If I let you, you'll drown
me with your rituals,
rules, your menace,
a kind of mummery.
It leav
Literature
Cover
Cover
Hello,
Do you know me?
If you don’t by now you won’t.
Did I tell you? Would you listen if I did?
To the end of these words.
The closing of the book.
The dust,
It must be overlooked
For I know the rest of my story will be.
Leftovers of life to be shoved in the corner of the room.
Never restored or remembered.
Just whispers into the unknown of emptiness.
The unknown before me.
So much silence,
Looking to the fog:
The mystery,
The sense of loss,
The future.
If you remember me:
Then, now, forever.
Then I’ll live on through thoughts,
Through wishes.
In the end my true desire
Is but room in the soul of the world.
To be reme
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