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a "sonnet" about desire

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you draw from my breath, i'm parallel

would you lift me with both your hands, next time

my head in your left, my feet in your right

draw from me again, raise me, release me

let me land where the dew tastes like sugar

i lay open for the birds to consume

i return to you holy, wholly yours

sweet, tired, easy -- a little lighter

there is land on my skin for you to taste

the birds made holes for you to nest your head

your lips touch each organ, you swallow whole

i button myself

together. i leave

skin rotting, breathless

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I can’t wait to set up my fic tumblr and see how yall feel about my writing.

My true motivation to start is because I want to use pretty dividers because honestly the I’m so I’m uninterested in my own writing. So the only reason I’m ready to start posting is because I like how you all have master lists and link each chapter together so you can read the fic in 1 sitting.

Is blue truly true?

This is

That was

Broken bones swing low

It is a chariot of flame

The shame the only thing left to blame

Because perfection is a flawed notion

A puzzle missing pieces new while the old are torn and skewed

This is the world where humanity dwells

Grains broken by sifting sands

Embrace

Make

Think then retrace

And that is the ultimate notion

Truth reborn with gained focus

Lost in a circular pattern

What actually matters

Hack my soul and rewrite me anew. Make me complete.

Who always seemed to believe in possibilities. Who didn’t view the world with such unease. Who believed in love by any means.

Part 2/3

Meaningful symbols mark a rarely trod path, a mystery unraveled.

for love comes with the highest request who am I to you but all mirrored of what you will never be who am I but a haunting reminder of all that you may lose? and what am I but the undoing which cannot be returned love measures no waves but stays the course of its inception

so though it may be years removed I still meant it when I said I got you.

They assume the hue my skin will always be even within lightening seas

I am of breezes clean yet no one sees beyond the seen

Do you perceive lack within future acts

Does one definition fit and entire ethnic existence

Words born of greed and from fear of change still whispering into ears today

And because it is now a norm all should be ignored and hopes shored

The breathing of skin sculpted

Ability taunted

Do tides sway the thought of the day

Is that a distant ray

Hope stoned by losses known

It is and it was

The shoving of the gun

And knowledge begun

The top rung spun

The step missed to complicate the heard hiss

That is the way as the clouds grey

The ocean spray is the truth relayed

Somewhere in the ocean

I'm trying, I give the best part

Of me to notice I never

Truly understand me.

I began to drown me

I'm the bad man in

My reality, I've to kill my reality

To set my dream free

You are truly my Siegel

Some days I see you in the sky

I wish I can fly, look how my

Heart dance in the sky

You smile and notice me

Even at the edge someone

Well notice you and give you a try

When I cry my tears drown me

I'm your tears that drop

From the sky at that moment

I'm in the sky. I learn to fly

You give me so many chances

For us to be together

I left a part of me to see

If I can fly

I end up downing, you were

There to save me before I was

a dead man at sea

Let me go I'm the badman

You scream and say I can fly

I scream and say broken

Birds can't fly

You still give me so many chances

Because broken birds can fly

They're just broken in mind.

I set myself out to see

To find who I'm the

Odysseus in me

Broken birds can't fly

I strap my sail to my

Body I can fly.

- OY

Who plants seed

And does not know

What he is growing

What I share is the warm light that radiates from it. What is the point of giving someone my heart if it is now disconnected from the Source of everything that makes it “desirable?”