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i. my dear stargirl,
breathe in
we are lost and fragile with
fragments and puzzle pieces to carry
with lopsided wings and glass-bottom hearts
we are unlimited
(you are star stuff and daydreaming
of a transient world)
ii. your mind is as vast as the dusk day,
singing you a dream song lullaby
everything is too good to be true, and
we are blind behind melodic bird-song
wish you may and
wish you might on that little star
you see tonight because, that star is falling
(just like you did)
iii. you are beautiful, my dear,
when you cut your stories into constellations
and hide them deep into the night sky
but you made the mistake of keeping the key
under the doormat
you are infinitesimal but forever expanding
(but only until you hit supernovae, and it'll all
be over)
iv. shadows lie elsewhere
leaving you the lasting expression that
death is only around the corner
there are stars hiding in the dark
that whisk around in that watercolor mess
the hourglass has made up it's mind
(the first stars weren't in space)
v. breathe out
breathe in
we are lost and fragile with
fragments and puzzle pieces to carry
with lopsided wings and glass-bottom hearts
we are unlimited
(you are star stuff and daydreaming
of a transient world)
ii. your mind is as vast as the dusk day,
singing you a dream song lullaby
everything is too good to be true, and
we are blind behind melodic bird-song
wish you may and
wish you might on that little star
you see tonight because, that star is falling
(just like you did)
iii. you are beautiful, my dear,
when you cut your stories into constellations
and hide them deep into the night sky
but you made the mistake of keeping the key
under the doormat
you are infinitesimal but forever expanding
(but only until you hit supernovae, and it'll all
be over)
iv. shadows lie elsewhere
leaving you the lasting expression that
death is only around the corner
there are stars hiding in the dark
that whisk around in that watercolor mess
the hourglass has made up it's mind
(the first stars weren't in space)
v. breathe out
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notesleep
playing my emphases like harp strings
your voice smokes thru the oaken bramble
pour a carbonated apology, a sun-stained
mile marked envelope, two ill-fitted birds,
hands small holes right before a rush of river
what it feels like being swallowed from the outside
crushing rings into truth serum, pretend
to be out of tune with that deception
I have been unable to parse my own persona
a pink cotton voice I remember thru the phone
I remember because it formed me into a granary
one crop after another of patriarchal idioms
whisper my secrets so softly into a glint of red hair
a saucer-eyed lace pattern cut into pine paper
I practice radical self lo
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Idols
“She had everything you could ever want, and yet she let it all go up in flames.
“She won hundreds of awards for her flights, and she’d tell so many stories from all the places she’d been; places you could only dream about going: Africa, Paris, London, Australian, you name it; she’d been there. She was this shining heroine in the Aviation industry dominated by men. But everything went downhill one flight.
“The turbulence was extra strong, or so they say. The plane was going down. She tried to call for help, but no one answered. It was her, one other passenger, and one parachute. She knew what she had to d
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Welcome
Welcome to the aries's den
welcome to the calligraphers shop
welcome to the flamers prison
pain is to never be stopped.
welcome to the artistic side
the side that likes to cut and bleed,
welcome to the murderers corner
we all like to feel the need.
the sadistic bastards
the party clowns
lets all stand around and play,
its time to play a vicious game
oh i know, you'll play the prey.
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Interesting piece... Though the meaning I really can't find. Overall it is nice though.