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I do not believe in alchemy
Sorcery
But I will entertain the notion of that pseudo science
Phrenology.
Shave my head, run your fingers along my scalp
Find my protruding brow, pronounce my poetic organ overdeveloped.
Measure with your calipers
The space above my ears, between my eyes,
Describe my sense of affection as anemic.
Call me compassionate from the breadth of my cranium.
Break me down into manageable pieces
And forget to reconstruct me.
Sorcery
But I will entertain the notion of that pseudo science
Phrenology.
Shave my head, run your fingers along my scalp
Find my protruding brow, pronounce my poetic organ overdeveloped.
Measure with your calipers
The space above my ears, between my eyes,
Describe my sense of affection as anemic.
Call me compassionate from the breadth of my cranium.
Break me down into manageable pieces
And forget to reconstruct me.
Literature
solitude
i am
trying to pull myself away
from this feeling
that consumes me inside
your absence is in
every object that surrounds me,
entangling loneliness
in the air
its all i can feel.
the time rolls onwards,
and onwards,
dragging me along
as i wait, as i wonder.
(i just want you to
come back.)
Literature
drafting
build forests from my fingers
and sandcastles in my heart,
singing
love, love.
singing
peace and love and bombs:
bombs of beauty
bombs of truth
bombs of "I'm coming home,
coming home to you"
leaving my boots at the door
never built a plane to carry death:
death and bombs- bombs without love
bombs without truth
sing to me of love and
we'll make a world for ourselves
under midnight moons
until you can build forests from my fingers
and grow roots in my soul,
twined in arms together:
strawberry blonde vines of love, love, love
a love that has never heard of angry
bombs.
and we will build a world for ourselves
in forts of b
Literature
Roots
Roots ripped out of dark earth
Loam starved of sunlight’s kiss
Crumbling away into parched fragments
Tendrils exposed, raw nerves
still reaching out and aching for
sweet water, and nourishing strength, and
lifelightbreathcomfortlove.
Emptiness only hurts after substance
Quiet following the echo
Phantom limbs, we learn
to stop loving;
it takes months of reaching out
and tipping, falling
Spider silk is strong as steel
To tear the web, it must have been
stretched and p u l l e d
apart; parallel lines
will never intersect
I keep lists of loss
and sort my flavors of heartbreak.
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It doesn't feel finished, although I'm not sure what else it needs.
It started out rhyming, then I realized that rhyming is hard, so I stopped. I'm super dedicated to my craft, you can tell.
It started out rhyming, then I realized that rhyming is hard, so I stopped. I'm super dedicated to my craft, you can tell.
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I like it.