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unless you make out
my desire and desirability,
you cannot construct me;
fixate on essences
and once more, miss the point.
maybe you should kiss me.
© 18.March.2017
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the world doesn't need beauty sleep
mother earth is pregnant;
her curves yawn -
molasses stretches of dark,
dank night freckled with
streetlights sparkling.
i yearn to rest in the cradle
that the small of her back
has become.
the roads untangle like
veins unto her skin
after being held so long
in the fist of pre-dawn.
drunk in slumber, red-eyed,
beautiful - morning will
come yet, the small child
born in the rafters of
catastrophe, aching;
but before her date,
mother earth shifts in her sleep,
love settling in the wing
of her hip -
exhaustion dilutes her blood,
consciousness touches her golden
shoulder on his way out the door.
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how to tell me my scars are beautiful.
leave roses with thorns on my stairwell, the kind
that would entice me when i was fourteen but now
serve as silent irritation—when we eat steak, use
your thinnest, sharpest knife to cleave the meat
into tiny squares and let me watch you wash it
and put it away when you’re done—open your
packages with your trusty pocket knife, peter
pan boy scout, and when i move in, let me
borrow it; don’t question the t-shirts i order
in winter and the sweatshirts i order during the
sweltering heat of summer—when i lay beside you
at night and talk about the state of the universe
that day, nibble on my ear, scratch my arm, sl
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asylum
I have lines to cross
and skeletons to shatter,
because halted mercy
resides in these hands.
But I will not
show mercy with you.
Today is painted
with pinstripes and broken
nails, it is when
you decide I am
good enough to be
yours.
But I made myself worse,
when I was with you.
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have you ever asked someone to kiss you, girl? and boy, has a girl asked you for a kiss?
she is form and formlessness.
everytime i come back here, i notice people leaving. i like it here, so i'm staying. i hope some of you decide to stay, too.
she is form and formlessness.
everytime i come back here, i notice people leaving. i like it here, so i'm staying. i hope some of you decide to stay, too.
12.01.17 watchers feature #5 by hypermagical
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I have asked before - not to be kissed (I do not think, at least) - but to kiss And it can be a wonderfully thrilling thing, even when you know the answer because, if nothing else, you give them a very clear picture of where you stand and, hopefully, sometime in the future you give them something to smile about and remember that someone wanted them
Your middle stanza is enthralling - the more I look at it and the more I think about it, the more personal and contextual it becomes. I often find myself fixating on certain things - certain essences - of people... often as a way of excusing or overlooking their more poignant flaws and weaknesses, typically because I have to find some way to be around people I may not otherwise want to be and may not, otherwise, appreciate. I'm always congnizant of what I am doing though, so I don't get too taken with what positives I find, or too lost in looks ;D
Your middle stanza is enthralling - the more I look at it and the more I think about it, the more personal and contextual it becomes. I often find myself fixating on certain things - certain essences - of people... often as a way of excusing or overlooking their more poignant flaws and weaknesses, typically because I have to find some way to be around people I may not otherwise want to be and may not, otherwise, appreciate. I'm always congnizant of what I am doing though, so I don't get too taken with what positives I find, or too lost in looks ;D