Unserious poetry by an unhinged poet
Poetry
The years pass and your presence remains constant. Your mind and mine are similarly haunted. Emotions slowly turn into an inverted corset. Hours pass together and not once have I forced it. Worlds collide. In fear of our demise, I try to hide. Yet I'm surprised. Your easy
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We would never work, and that makes me feel safe, Possibility of unknown hopes always driven past mistakes. Above all I hope our bond never meets the same fate. Thinking it through enables me to enjoy the way we play. Faced with beautiful madness, I no longer feel so strange.
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Kindred spirit, your stripes seem familiar. Yet you keep your insides unknown. Passenger princess, your surface glistens and reflects. Distracting from icy secrets deep below. Icicles pierce the back of my neck. You demand control under a guise of respect. You flee from the pathological fear of realizing things you
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Loss feels heavy in my chest The sparkles in my heart have turned to lead I cuddle up to the pillow in my bed I hold tight but she never turns her head My voice is cracked Notes drag like shattered glass I'm sorry I ever asked I
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The air is cold this time of year Sweets spill out my coat pockets Ravenous rules feed an urge to kneel But my knee popped out of its socket Learning to walk all over again I made presents from your coal I refuse to let you carry my pack Just
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I no longer scramble for your validation and on the other side of that needy desperation I see that scarcity had less to do with whether or not I was deserving of your station, and more with your inability to be kind I feel freed by a new peace of
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I wonder what it would feel like to be validated by them. Under the wing of my own mother hen. Ink spills over our desk, so I pick up the pen. Carefully chosen words fall on deaf ears. Oily feathers revealed to be spears. My ink bleeds over wasted years.
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I am a supraorganism. A colony. A vessel. Microscopic beings outnumber me in a body that was never mine alone. As the captain it's my responsibility to build them all a more hospitable home. I am one star, in the galaxy that is humanity. I need no moon.
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Healing is cleaning with a dirty rag. Scared of being labelled as a drag. I hide sharp things inside my bag. Spilled milk begets a game of tag. Streaks of grease I could never erase. New horizons beg me not to stay. Better than I was, yet forever stained. Learn
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Maybe not being able to hear a voice in my head Is an invitation to speak gentle thoughts out loud I’ve made the mistake of yelling them into a crowd Faces of strangers marred with darkness Muzzling me with a lack of guidance Still I stumble Cutting my hands
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I feel a gnawing emptiness in my belly I'll nourish you, my love My chest is full of muddy water I'll drain it for you, my love I want to hide away from artificial lights Return to me whenever you need, my love
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Lonely little daddy’s girl. Vessel, vehicle, portal. I’ve primped and prodded myself into a veritable morsel, Yet no fish can I catch. No longer able to see the depths I wade out into darker waters. My heart races. The speed with which I’m snatched. Was it ever