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wings

There’s a certain stasis found in sanctuary

It is found between each second, each moment

Brief epiphanic thoughts to steal away the peace meant to come with safety.

For the weak mind may wander,

Left to string heaps of ardor into obfuscatory visions of a future

Harnessing dear hopes on an inkling of an idea;

The catalyst lies with the seeker

Lying in wait, gathering dust, beat out by the bittersweet safety of ignorance.

There is only one life

Save me now, save me later

Tell me, am I making a mistake?

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I hope the mornings treat you kindly. I hope the sun shines a little longer for you. I hope that someone does something nice for you today. I hope that someone loves you so wholly when I cannot. I hope you notice the sunset today. There are scenic views in hell, too.

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stray cats

I wanna be the city lights in the rain soaked roads

The psithurism that beckons gently for the weak and weary to rest 

The feather poking from your pillow

The passerby reflected in a polished window

The stray cats that follow you home.

Though our chapter will pass, I’ll still be there

Laced into your routine in the most mundane ways

The song on the radio you’d first heard from me

The scent of fresh coffee in the morning

I hope to be with you in all that you are

For all of the betterment of you I can only spark the thought 

From behind the scenes and drowned in dreams

I’ll still be the sweetener to your black tea. 

When I’m gone and we’re all through

I can only pray that you always knew

Just how important you were to me.

Maybe, just maybe, I could be important too. 

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the hot pocket poem

For you, I would kill someone; love is like a hot pocket…I get really excited when it’s in the microwave. I know you’re the one because you buy me hot pockets and accompany me to Kidz Bop concerts, and would wear a Hatsune Miku cosplay if I asked you to. I’d do anything for love, except sacrifice my hot pockets or kill you. When I think of you, I get hungry, because I want a hot pocket and I want you to bring me some. Your hands are like hot pockets. I put my hands in them before I eat them. Your voice is like a hot pocket; It’s very attractive and tasty. Our nights are like hot pockets; You put me in the microwave. Your eyes are like microwaves. They have hot pockets in them.

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promise of petals

Lilacs in a vase by the door, though I swear I hadn’t seen them there before; 

Garden overgrown in zinnias of pink— of yellow— maybe every shade, there’s too many to be sure.

Queen anne’s lace drapes my mind like a veil;

Obstruction it may be, but still it is so frail.

Black velvet petunias melt into eigengrau, 

with the delight only red roses could bestow. 

Declarations have weight, on paper or in a tune,

But perhaps, all I need is a peony, to say ‘I love you.’

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honey

You can’t see it, because you’re searching in the dark.

All you need is some sun. 

I see them in the lines of trees on my walk home;

I see them in the tiger’s eye beads woven into charms and bracelets;

I see them in the painted pattern of a moth’s wings;

I see them in the freshly fallen leaves at my doorstep;

I see them in the honey in my tea. 

And when there is no light, there is still no worry,

I may still find them in the peace of the night, or the feathers of a crow. 

It matters not, either way, for with them I find you. 

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Ballad of the Jaded

Wandering

The mind and the flesh, never quite in one place

Stuck in the past but there’s nobody there

Hearing does not equal perception, this you know quite well

A corpse with bright eyes, with a gallery of broken bonds, and a mother who throws tantrums

Beautiful, wretched thing, how do you go on? 

Waiting

Time loops don’t exist, something’s gotta change eventually

If something beyond us should exist, they’d watch you

Craving the release from repetition 

But clawing for familiarity once it’s gone.

It’s a great comedy, a wonderful show,

A feeling the romantics could only dream of capturing,

A tragedy even beyond the genius of ancient Greeks,

Can’t you see, looking into yourself, that you’re ethereal in this way?

Watching

To be but a spectator of your life should be damning

But such a position is one you and I feel safest in.

Weak and weary, but you’ll never close your eyes,

There is a need for control driving your awareness;

I feel this some of the time.

The cast grows and the roles are passed on

Some things never change, though,

You’ll piece together someone’s smile in your mind, 

Overtop the figure before you.

Whose is it? Do you know? 

You’re just in love with the memory

Of the last person to happen to hold you the right way.

Do you ever grow tired of your life playing before you,

All of it moving without a bit of your participation?

It’s safer that way, but,

Is that really what you want?

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hindsight

We’ll be a joint muse to all the romantics

The new beautiful source of tragedy 

Smashed and buckled and breaking, but still refracting light. 

It’ll all be worth it in the end when the pain births an exceeding delight. 

When the caged bird loses its will to sing,

All is bound to fall out of place, but,

Pick up the pieces, why don’t you, and rework me into a mosaic. 

Historians for centuries will admire it and sing our praises,

Discuss the harmonic image of my hell,

And how in complement to mine, your eyes were the perfect hue.

All that said, I’d still be happier if I'd never met you.

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here’s hoping

Some day in the future, I want to love you.

I want you to hug me from behind, kiss me on my forehead

Look at me without reservation, and I’ll do the same.

Tell me about my eyes. Tell me about my laugh.

I’ve heard it all a hundred times before, but it’s never meant anything like it would from you.

Hold my hand and look for me in crowds

Do all of the stupid romantic things with me, please

I want to see you be proud to introduce me to people

I want you to smile when I smile

I want to make you as happy as you make me

Dance with me in the kitchen, meet me outside late at night to see the stars

Tell me about your day while I clean, tell me about the little things that remind you of me

I want to love you wholly and unconditionally 

I want to write you pathetic love poems

I want to listen to you talk for hours

The world looks so much sweeter when in love

And I’m ready to embrace that with open arms. 

No more hopelessness, no more regrets

We deserve a happy ending. 

I want to forget the hours wasted overthinking

And learn to live in the present.

I want to do all of the clique things.

I want a peaceful life.

You bring out the best version of me. 

I’m happy to simply exist with you.

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roots

growing with you was a privilege 

your roots tangled with mine,

I know that you’ll never truly leave me.

Not in my dreams. Not in memory. 

You’re not who I remember. 

You kept on growing.

A stem can only reach so high towards the sun before losing its balance. 

And a collar of petals is dangerous, when you can’t see past it to your roots. 

I didn’t make it to the end of your story, but I hope you revisit the chapter we shared. Was it really your favorite? Do you miss it like I do?

Is innocence and folly enough? Or will the primal need for conflict win you over in every timeline?

The gusts of wind that sway you are your favorite

And the overgrown blanket of grass is mine.

For I notice, now, that to sit on such a tall stem means to ensure yourself a hard fall. 

I think I’ll stay in the blades, with the bugs I call friends

If your story’s a tragedy, I’m happy to be here to say that I told you so.

Keep growing, dear, and when you fall

tell me what was more bitter—

Laying face to face with your roots, or the agony of being beneath me

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nevermore

    I’m sorry I don’t want your forgiveness.

It’s harder to accept a bittersweet parting than to drown the feeling in loathing. 

Surely you can understand that.

I don’t miss you at all,

You don’t mean a thing. 

It doesn’t matter that I know your home as well as my own,

Or that your family still asks about me.

You’ve made your choice, and that’s okay.

We’ll each live to see a different day.

Lying isn’t the worst crime.

I know it never was, no, not in your mind.

Now and then I still look back

To the inside jokes and late night talks.

Therapy on your bedroom floor.

How you could soothe with a hand on my heart;

The fear never stayed.

Paint my nails and compliment my hair,

Go and buy the perfume I use, for all I care.

It’s funny, how you want me on your mind.

I had a dream the other night

Everything was still alright

You brought me over to your house

In my dirty boots and cherry blouse

But then i woke and felt amiss

i had a glimpse of what i missed

War is over and I don’t feel a thing

You didn’t win

yours,

Nevermore

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finite, maybe

I love the sweetness of their smiles.

I love the hazy unawareness that comes from laughter,

The tears that prick my eyes as I attempt to catch my breath,

The way my chest tightens with joy.

I love their hushed voices.

I love the hollow words and promises,

The reassurance and the touch.

It doesn’t matter if they mean it,

I don’t dare think about the future.

I love private time with them.

I love quiet company,

Dulling panic with the touch of your hand.

I stare at your face

The fear never stays.

I love alone time.

I love rotting in bed,

Too dazed to consider the future,

Too weak to save myself the trouble,

Unable to face the truth;

This love is finite,

Maybe.

I can never decide. 

In trying to protect myself, I've only over-thought myself into a pit.

Each analysis, each comparison, each assumption,

I bury myself deeper.

But I’m still alive.

Right?

At what point does a human lose the will to live and instead gain the need to die?

I don’t know. I won’t know. I can’t know. I want to know. I don’t think I do.

The incoherency of my thoughts might drive me insane

The sheer lack of consistency in anything other than hurt might eat me alive

This might be torture.

I love the sickening sweetness of their smiles.

I love the comfort that comes with it.

I love being seen as I am.

I love feeling safe as I am.

I love the people that give me these things,

The people that pull me out of the pit.

Staying grounded is hardly permanent, though.

Nor are the people.

But, such is life.

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healing

I want someone to paint the stars for me

renew their sheen and dust the clouds away

heal my tired eyes and let me see

lay me in the softest grass

as the fireflies perch on my scars.

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siren

at what point is a person incapable of trusting?

I wondered that for quite a while.

I thought I had seen the end of my pain

when you took me in and made me one of your own;

one of your pawns, one of your lovers,

or one of your companions?

I was never really sure.

I understand now, why sirens are warnings.

now that I've served my time, I've been forgotten.

I could have seen it coming from a mile away, but that doesn't change the fact that I didn't want to believe it.

even now, when I think I've successfully moved on, I manage to find myself wanting to run to you in my moments of weakness.

Is this your game? or was it truly an accident?

It's hard to tell, when so many say they went through the same.

I loved you, it's true.

even if I couldn't figure out how.

I trusted, I aided, I laughed, I loved.

it feels impossible to do those things anymore.

all because I truly thought you were going to be the one to purge the cycle.

and yet, here we are.