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a pulley like that never comes back
down from rapunzel's tower
ignorance is learned, in all irony
wisdom, for them, stems from a hollow place
branching out,
but thin limbs can't hold their weight
chaos whispering,
out from grime, and splintered furniture
starving dogs, and creaking world
she disappeared
shimmering into conscious view
captured midnight on a runaway highway
bit down on wolfhound freedom
and with it, her tongue
laws, taking up the catalysing girl
protectors, cleaning up acid memories
a hypochondriac coughing out injustices
shrieking for daughters moulded out of sin
needing her back, to etch mind markings
impossibility of ever making good
a sharp kind of love
twisting now from unease,
to snaking devil's hope
a place for her to live, without
ideas of life thrust to her sleeping soul
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Sink or swim
He stood on the dock
One foot reluctantly planted
The other standing at the ready
Like that fleeting moment
Suspended in mid-air
Gleefully anticipating the water on your skin
Yet apprehensive of those undiscovered depths
Which have yet to be kissed by sunlight
She dove in head-fist
Through the reeds and the icy darkness
And watched from below
As the light fragmented
Along the rippled surface
How stunning it was
Even in the deepest and feared unknown
Especially there.
In the light and in the dark
There was only him
He watched as she held her breath
Shackled by his own mind
Wanting for that planted foot
To be freed from its hesitations
Literature
Religion is a Myth
The silence is screaming all around me with the darkness hugging me close and I’m trying to soak up Lillith’s strength and power and resolve; I have a newfound respect for demons. But right now, alone feels like isolation instead of freedom. Right now, sobbing feels like running through a forest. Right now, the sky talons my shoulders.
No matter how much I grow, or how much time slows by, it is you, always you, nestled in my heart of hearts, a scar of a journey, a broken teacup kind of love.
I understand why Lillith left. They called it running away. They blamed her. She didn’t love him enough. She loved herself too much.
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The Cliff and The Sea
Perpetual beauty shines bright
Of glistening Star-like foam in
the morning dawn
Though cold, it gives warmth
to my withered and damaged form,
shaky breaths ease not one memory.
Wants not of my touch, her
lines so fair; curves to mend
compassion into desire.
She found one better than I.
This cold beauty sticks deep
to the roots; life’s intention.
I give her hope, but gives
Me dismay in return. Flows away
from my corse, oblivious mist.
Soon she will come back. Strike
against me again! Corroding my
body away. Making me new.
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