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we're bound by purgatory lenses.
searching for ast(e)r(o)ids
to purify the lies that
plasma could shoot
from prism chambers
and outer lying amplitudes
of empty brea(d)ths..
i think in some aspects
of this kindred spirit bond
of lost daughters
we have found
the orbiting sun
in each other.
searching for ast(e)r(o)ids
to purify the lies that
plasma could shoot
from prism chambers
and outer lying amplitudes
of empty brea(d)ths..
i think in some aspects
of this kindred spirit bond
of lost daughters
we have found
the orbiting sun
in each other.
Literature
Falling Into Starlight
I am falling. I have been caught by a monster which cannot be seen, but for the path of destruction it carves through the cosmos. It pulls me in, and as I plummet the universe bends and folds back on itself, and for a brief moment I can see everything that is and ever was.
In the twisted relay of light I see the nebula that was my birthing ground. Its radiance surrounds me with heat and color. Bursting clouds and arching forms in writhing wings of gossamer, painted with hydrogen and illuminated from within by the glow of its children.
Mother nebula had formed me, along with my sisters, from parts of herself. Coaxing and coalescing until we
Literature
a poem on the inner workings of my chaotic mind
it isn't like i'm
lazy or anything it's just that
the thought of getting lost
in a crowd of ten or more people
makes me want to puke.
this is not just some
stupid little hang-up that you can
joke about when i'm
digging my fingernails into my palm so
hard that blood is drawn as we walk through
school hallways so packed that it feels
like we're suffocating from too much
oxygen but i just grit my teeth and
laugh "yeah, i know, i just don't like
being around people sometimes."
but you know,
there's just something about the way
my mother says "go out and have a life
and stop looking like the world
betrays you every day"
that makes my stomach
Literature
Behind the Words
We spill our pain across the pages.
But we must smile when it is read.
For we cannot show our true emotions.
Not of suffering, anxiety, or dread.
For we are the bringers of dreams to the world.
Our words are tales of healing light.
So hide your tears behind a mask,
And save them for a quiet night.
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we are not bound
for heaven or hell, love
but stuck
in static irresolution.
but if we pray hard enough,
we can go together
holding hands.
this is love in spaces, empty and infinite, heavy and hanging.
for heaven or hell, love
but stuck
in static irresolution.
but if we pray hard enough,
we can go together
holding hands.
this is love in spaces, empty and infinite, heavy and hanging.
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This is weird to say, but I almost like your poem in the description better than the poem posted.