Dec 5, 2020
Maybe I won’t die
But become a memory
Never seen again
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Maybe I won’t die
But become a memory
Never seen again
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And mine is a deep dark sea
Where poetry comes quick
In half asleep stupors
Or drunken fantasies
And mine is night sky view
Where the stars spin blurry
And sing to me
In a long forgotten tune
And mine is a lost melody
Where words are written
Smeared and bitter
In a never ending dream
And mine is a love that only whispers
Through the glass to me
Chaos and clouds
An imperfect storm
Loving and proud
Easy to read then
Stubborn and loud
Mercurial in form
Ragged flesh and bone
Torn by dogs
And the dogs are always men
And sometimes bitches
A very poignant feeling of not belonging
And walking forwards and sliding backwards
On a pane of ice too thick to see through
Not made for this world
I can’t write it out as fast as I think it
And I can’t think it out slow enough to know it
And like the dogs of my youth did to me
I’m ripping apart again at the seams
Between what I long to be and where I am
And what my longing to be is
And who I am
All scarred by decades of dog fights
And being ragged flesh and bone
And reeking of something long dead
Trying to decompose and grow
Again
Knowing I’m not a flower
But maybe a fungus
Building from the rot
And still poisoning everything I touch
How much longer
I’m in a rush
How much
Enough
Intensity has burned every love and laugh I’ve ever breathed
Burn out and die
Reborn another flame in time
In time babe
They grow accustomed to your boiling shower
And welcome it as the morning embrace that replaces a faith
In being loved so intensely that it burns
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I think it’s probably okay to go through life mostly alone. To see those I used to be close to get married and have kids and do everything they left me on my own to do. I thought I was too loud and too full of fire to be outside of the crowd. But maybe I was kinda meant to be a wallflower all this time. Maybe sitting in my loneliness, breathing in the discomfort is okay. Loving animals and nature and books and art is okay. And I don’t need to really be known by anyone. I just need to deeply know myself, and that’s okay too.
I am not an empty shell to be desired
I am a thousand things more than my shadow
I am a thousand things less than my mask
I am the soul of a person far too admired
I am the fire that burned to be less
Recycled
Glass hearts broken frequently and viciously will dust into sand
Then slip through the fingers of time to construct themselves again