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i.
I want a man with a pen behind his ear,
the kind who carries books of poetry to parties.
Could I see him over my drink, only slightly tipsy,
as he misses the girl in the punch bowl for the last stanza,
the last sigh? I’d want to ask him about paint splatter.
ii.
I’m addicted.
Inhale—lightning—
your chest.
Distance smells like ozone.
I wish I could figure
the sum of charcoal
you’ve scratched into your collarbones.
Or just—taste—
Literature
nodus tollens
the rules of the bed are very simple
- you are given a body and a window.
everything is made difficult
- but you get participation prizes.
the aim is to find yourself
- hint: look between your fingers.
Literature
Overwhelming Anxiety
Alone and broken
Afraid of the dark
In Lingering darkness
The Scary Ones Hark
The words that Echo
Again and again
That poison my being
Bring depression again
The cloudy days are sadness
They are so long and dark
And my mind is so scattered
That the voices again start
The ones that say I’m useless
The ones who call me weak
The ones that tear my heart out
And in the darkness creep
But no one understands
Why these can’t be ignored
What power they have over
How they collect and horde
They bury my happy
My joy laughter and smiles
Feel like finding a corner
And staying there a while
My eyes become wet
At the anxiety I feel
As I kn
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Fallen
When I was little, I held my hands up
and there was always a bigger pair
there to pick me up, raise me up
Dark and cold both accumulate near the ground
but I had found
a path to heaven, now forgotten
as the earth turns 'round;
So overcome by confusion, how...?
I can't cast my demons out
one devil still pulls me down
off the earth and off my gentle cloud
I lay upon the ground,
bloodied, broken, beaten down
and lament my fate, silenced now
He recalls his immoralities as if
they were someone else's little slips
and though his words have scarred me
much deeper than any knife or whip
he parades through town, a man, a god
going on about life as
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Distance smells like ozone.
I looove that line.
I looove that line.