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[itssilverpoetry]

conversations with the trees

I speak to the unknown

the mystery of trees

 they listen for hundreds of years

they listen to the earth

and hear the patter of footsteps

the loud paced gong of governmental exchange

they taste the copper tang of animals blood mistakenly absorbed through roots

it’s rare that one stops to listen to the trees

and take up consultation with an arboretum of historians  

to speak to the unknown is to speak to nothing

it is something only one soul can listen for

nothing can’t be something though?

but it can

the idea of a nothing is a something

‘nothing’ is meaningless

‘nothing’ conveys an objects worthlessness

there is meaning or meaningless

but either way the nothing is something

I speak with trees

they tell me about the nothings and it has meaning to me

but is meaningless to others

therefore I call it nothing despite the worth of our conversations

I default with the majority who find no meaning, no worth

sometimes I speak with the trees about this premise

they tell me that something is always nothing to someone else

I think the trees make good points

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A love letter to complexity

There’s a complex of being so in love with yourself 

failing to notice the complexities of life 

“real art” let’s not patronize

Folded neatly in a mess

Standing up straight with a curvature of the spine

Love in a whirlwind of hatred 

A grin so wide it splits and bleeds

There’s a complex that comes with ego 

Seeing a shadow behind the chandelier lighting up astigmatism 

There’s no swallow that sings in the vacuum

Sitting and waiting for a return 

It’s not like springtime 

It doesn’t come again 

It not going to give me a sign

Caring strongly towards neglect 

Living for the end 

Screaming nicely at strangers

Living indoors surrounded by trees

Speak the text even though it sounds strange with a woodblock for a tongue

Look at the flowers some day 

Look at the trees 

They hold all the answers and whisper in different tongues 

The tree’s can’t afford to ignore complexity 

They say neither can you. 

I wouldn’t ignore the tree’s if I were you 

They’ve stood here much longer than thee 

Get gone before they speak their speech 

The use of language is quite beautiful 

you won’t want to miss it!

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falling in love with your oppressor: in a cancel culture

There’s a paradox presented to anyone who falls in love with their oppressor 

It is so sweet 

The sweet relief of being the be all end all of their relief 

To hear a man scream under me 

The sweet sound of reparation

And yet, 

I do not feel complete hatred for men 

How could I? 

When they’re sweetness is like a crisp bitter grapefruit on my sore bitten lips 

I suck you up 

In this culture that should have called you by now with it’s ruthless ways 

But, 

It hasn't perhaps because you are not yet too far gone 

Some might condemn me for my mercy 

But frankly people have told me what I can and can’t be for so long 

That regardless of whether it is in favor of my best interest I will defy

Complexity and the enigmatic nature of humanity is not a reality we share 

I embrace it 

you, the big, you deflect it 

And in that sense I side with my oppressor 

And I wont feel shame 

I wont feel worthless 

I will only know that I will have achieved true pleasure for myself and sex 

And isn’t that partially what this is all about 

To fuck who I want How I want 

Even If I’ve never been fucked the way people would accept 

That’s just the way it is 

And only I have the right to interpret it 

It is my history 

You have no say in my life 

I wanna be choked and fucked 

Just because I want too

Don’t assign your baggage to my cart 

And we’ll be fine.

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find me a man who can say facetious and pussy in the same sentence

note to self

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in that moment of realization I rejoiced in my failure because it meant that I had succeeded at living boldly

note to self

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don’t take away my fun

I don’t like them 

I can’t put my finger on why

but something got lost when they showed up

perhaps, it’s the analysis

I want to hear the story and sit with it

alone

I don’t need your interpretation

it takes away my fun

don’t take away my fun

please

we are convinced of our own immortality

so why did I start writing the eulogy so early

it was too soon

it’s a mess now

people seem unable to grasp the importance

I can’t understand

I look at them

I picture their lives, their hearts, their hardships, their frustrations

I look into their eyes

and I still can’t see  

I look, I peer, I search

but the eyes produce no revelation

they remain

cold,

unfeeling,

empty.

I hope they pay for what they’ve done

but then again,

I doubt they would understand

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Stream of Conscience

woke up as a woman again 

there is a personal aesthetic

I just can’t seem to get right

I wake up alone

when I should wake up

with warmth on the sheets next to me

Mum said he was sleazy

which made me laugh

A sound rich and deep

from the belly of the beast

I deeply admire simplicity

what a shame it never speaks to me

I wish someone would customize

a pair of pants for me

and stitch my loves and ideas into the seams

“I’ll wear the pants in this house” I scream

what if everything I like is just what I

want to be

The things I hang on my walls

a representation

a manifestation

of my mind said she

but now I see maybe that isn’t me

but someone I want people to see

Does it matter

I created it

therefore it’s mine

what if it’s an act I created

each day a play

we all play a part to appease the crowds

everyday I direct my way towards the performance of a lifetime

now Mishima doesn’t sound so strange

I shouldn’t say that I’ll only have myself

to blame

I’ve had a lifetime of good loving

I won’t pretend it taught me how to love

but it certainly gave me a head start

it’s a loss I don’t trust enough to put it into practice.

I listen to “Modern Love” more than I should

It’s so bittersweet

I grin with tears

there’s a frustration I feel

after a particularly well crafted display of love

why can’t I express my love the way it deserves

I have my good days and bad days

sometimes if I wait

the questions get answered

so I’ll just say...

thank you for the lessons in love

I’ll turn to the right of me and tell you,

“I miss you”