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The remote belief of changing visibility
Levitating on edge for the better
A tempest of useful information
The few carved out skylights
As passages to heaven in a modish den
The best things are usually trite
Composed in a tornado orchestra
The eye is middle ground
A storm of balanced follow through
Perception at times unyielding
Billowing rooftop shingles
Tufts of lofty hair
The insatiable powerhouse of choice
Peaceful tendencies have roots
Lodged in the silence or movement of others
A certain security blanket
Dampened in pipe dream theory
Bound by a captive audience
Unleashed within the receiver
The remote belief of changing visibility
Levitating on edge for the better
A tempest of useful information
The few carved out skylights
As passages to heaven in a modish den
The best things are usually trite
Composed in a tornado orchestra
The eye is middle ground
A storm of balanced follow through
Perception at times unyielding
Billowing rooftop shingles
Tufts of lofty hair
The insatiable powerhouse of choice
Peaceful tendencies have roots
Lodged in the silence or movement of others
A certain security blanket
Dampened in pipe dream theory
Bound by a captive audience
Unleashed within the receiver
Literature
the trees change
soft gray sunset
fluttering limbs like trunks in the breeze
banana leafs shuffle,
a yellow-green wave
dyed with the thought of rain
the blue of cloud and steel holding back
the bowl of blackberries and milk, a teaspoon of sugar
crosshatched where the birch-hairs twine
in overlapping lines scrawled above
the white bodies turn brown
stretched from molten crucible
into blown gestures
faint suggestions to the wind
the upside-down birdcages
unfurl near the brim
their arms splitting and
growing barbs like battle maces
when the leaves carve away
the paper bark shivers,
leafs, electric on the stem
the shadow from the trunk bleeds
and stains the b
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
that one...
That one…
That one girl that you wished for
That one girl that you lived for
That one girl that you’d die for
And the one girl you missed your chance for…
We want what we can’t have
It’s all the same with love
The one that makes you wish you had
The one that makes you cry
The one that makes you love her more
And the one that makes you fly
If you love her more than the world
You should never let her go
Because if she gets away from you
You will never forgive yourself
That one girl that you wished for
That one girl that you lived for
The one girl that you’d die for
And the one girl you missed your chance
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I suck at interpreting poetry darling sorry.
Good to know you're still active though
Good to know you're still active though