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You are the solar flare,
I am the black hole.
Teeth gnawing,
pulling your light to me.
It is never enough.
I delight in your explosion.
I am never content
to let you illuminate.
I want everything
to glow
into black.
I am the black hole.
Teeth gnawing,
pulling your light to me.
It is never enough.
I delight in your explosion.
I am never content
to let you illuminate.
I want everything
to glow
into black.
Literature
Habitual Safety
A broken dream of girl,
I've been cowering for years,
the edges of my fear sharp
and threatening to impale me.
In the darkest depths of this ache,
"safe" became a haven,
a habit, a hurt--
the ground shifted beneath me,
life grew wild around my feet,
but I chose not to budge or change.
I stagnated, a pond devoid of ripples--
a lightless, lifeless set of hopes
without the proper words to lift me.
Somewhere between safe and happy,
I lost my balance and forgot myself
and when the axis reached the apex,
I pulled you down with me.
Broken shell of boy,
I hope you understand--
I'll apologize for hurting you
but I refuse to throw myself away agai
Literature
Insomnia
In the graspings of a smoked pupil
the corner of three worlds
is the limit of reality.
Literature
contrary [e]motion
Every once in a while
the mountain winds
taste of salt,
so much that I could
cup my hands
like shells
and picture white waters
marvel at oak roots
for the first time,
hear the seagulls
cry for food
let’s build a castle
you and I,
made of stardust,
down the street
where the last wish
went to die,
let’s make boats
of these empty pages,
and flowers,
and hats
to call our crowns.
Let’s dance alone
you and I,
to the sharp
light melody
of a moon
and let’s stay,
oh let’s stay,
grow old
you and I,
in the place
where the roses lay.
Imagination
keeps the earth still
beneath my feet
but the clouds above
bring your nam
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hmm, i get the feeling of a dark hint in here, the need to control perhaps?
great poem
great poem