Like Flaming Fruit
like flaming fruit
like water and shells
like justice jailed
into jam
smeared all over on a loaf
take all of your time,
your heavy heartstrings,
and go
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things don't have to make sense,
these layers of batter and words
bake warmly in my oven-like mind:
the place that nobody else can pry open.
my innocent deviation configured beneath lonely lampposts
and desert gold mines
things don't have to make sense to be blessed with them,
obsessed with them
I just try to take my mind off of
anything as far as my eyes can see
and submerse in literal fiction, transverse these monotone layers I wished upon and failed in. Live in this dreamscape. Live through the soft ache
-s's.
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No Beauty without Stench when my head hurts like nothing else my sideways thoughts come up quite a bit to bug me to death destroy what I had, there's no beauty without its stench
-s's.
A minor imposition I create, but I insist
it’s a habit that I can’t resist
what I believe to be true might haunt me one day with flaming glory
like a sun,
like one bright sun in front of me
the light of which drowns out the dreams I hide;
the dreams I might not have
ever discovered
-s’s.
the body
seldom do i look at my reflection in the mirror and see what i want to see.
but your eyes are blinking. your lips are moving. your lungs inhale and exhale. your heart beats.
know that thirty trillion cells make up your body. know that one trillion antibodies are fighting to keep you alive. know that stardust flows in your blood and makes you beautiful. so, so beautiful.
i love you because you’re alive.
i hope you love yourself, too. for being alive.
— no. 18 of @nosebleedclub's january prompts.
I seem paranormal to you. it only hurts on days when I see your friends come passing by and I will talk like everything is alright but nothing good really comes out then it happens and their petty words turn to fable, all of the rumors that I heard come true a day or two later
-s's.
I'm tired of being paranormal to you.
-s's.
when you're about to say something to me, I know while you're mustering up all of your words, I know Before you lean in to tell me a secret, you glow I can tell when you want to be by my side, you glisten each time, I know
-s's.
you always come with the bad news
I always wonder if you had to
The bad news is
I never will
bereave these nights
so slow and lowly
wandering mind
learns about the things you hide
-s’s.
I saw me from behind
watching you on, but from afar
I wouldn't have known, If I should choose to go
Someone make my mind up for me,
Somehow.
-s's.
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