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I sit up at night
watching the ceiling
so as not to miss
the end of the world
like you.
I carry stones in my pockets
because I'm too squeamish to cut
but I like to carry my sadness
like you.
I collect old photographs
because I like to imagine
the old worlds in their eyes
like you.
I came into the world
screaming and bloody
like you.
But inside my chest
blinks a vacancy sign
lighting ribs
that would otherwise rest
in a dark calm.
(we only have so long to be beautiful
and I want to share it with you.)
watching the ceiling
so as not to miss
the end of the world
like you.
I carry stones in my pockets
because I'm too squeamish to cut
but I like to carry my sadness
like you.
I collect old photographs
because I like to imagine
the old worlds in their eyes
like you.
I came into the world
screaming and bloody
like you.
But inside my chest
blinks a vacancy sign
lighting ribs
that would otherwise rest
in a dark calm.
(we only have so long to be beautiful
and I want to share it with you.)
Literature
Pacific
October, and the
sky is on the ground again;
boats on a small sea.
Literature
ambivalance
i will never be at peace
as you are
finally
because
i decided to live
even though it goes against every fiber of my being.
i miss you
i envy you
i hate you
but more than anything
i love you.
Literature
chill 2.0
friday night vibes are
a dialogue
between streetlamp
and sidewalk.
i am the strobe and
i spin again,
bullet-mouthed,
and so you tell me
to bite down.
you,
you reason,
are a good enough explanation,
expectations entrenched
insinuations undressed
on earth that feels too much like paper.
you,
you reason,
are good enough for a lulling conversation,
consolations congregating
up there for your consideration
up there with your condescension
condescension, condescension—
this is your slipping confession?
no.
this is the slip into heavy summer
when bitter winds still bite you
softer than i ever could.
this is the saturdays and sundays
eating i
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The level of emotional verity here is somewhat charming and very expressive. Some of your wordings are most creative. You are a strong writer, and I admire your talent. Thankyou for sharing.
Regards,
John.
Regards,
John.