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Literature
a lament of the Inspired
a lament of the Inspired
In the unsilence of my containment –
that which limits me to airy perceptions and blind guesses
rather than what is –
I reflect (as a silver-skinned puddle would)
on the unvarying truth that I desire much
but deserve little.
As the earth spins
its unbreakable threads of voided time,
immune to the tampering of Fate’s malicious claws,
I exist in restriction,
weighed down endlessly by ignorance,
ignorance and error.
I inwardly respire…
For one revolution of Time’s wheel
I defy restriction.
I sense nothing – overwhelmed,
blinded by the brilliance of the Unbounded.
For one knot in the ethereal thread,
a single forgotten thought in time’s vast consciousness,
I reach: bodiless, mindless, soulless, and
in a brief, elusive dream,
I grasp the universe.
In the rebirth of my confinement –
the mysterious double helix to which I owe fully
my unrefined and primitive existence –
I struggle vainly to capture (a
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Literature
Make Believe
God and the Devil
are playing Russian Roulette
inside my head
and sometimes I wonder
if the gun is even loaded.
:iconTheEmptyChest:TheEmptyChest
:icontheemptychest:TheEmptyChest 29 12
Literature
It is 9 in the afternoon
& I have forgotten
how to write in poetics-
tongue kissed & gaping like
a siren missing from her sea.
I have been coughing up black
for days.  Unable to clean the taste
from my mouth, these broken
typewriter keys sewn into my
fingertips scream something fierce.
They ache with longing
to tell of a story
that left them
for a better high
years ago
a story that never deserved
to make a home under the skin,
to crawl breech through an
unsuspecting womb.
-& out through the wrists
of young girls much too ripe
to fall from their beds.
I am so damn tired
of looking over railings
& wondering what
it would feel like
to fall.
:iconDearPoetry:DearPoetry
:icondearpoetry:DearPoetry 229 42
Literature
boys with bird names cant actually fly.
i fill my lungs with blackberries
& nicotine because it is the only way
I can stomach the taste.
a phoenix told me once
that he could teach me
how to burn properly,
as if scolding
had preferences
[ like the intercostal
 spaces of a ribcaged
 embrace.              ]
he fell in love
with my words
first,
before he knew
the height of my
cheekbones
or the annoying
sound of my laugh.
he said he could count
all my scars on one hand-
even the ones that wake me
at 3 am with an itch i swear
begs me to rip them open
again.
& i told him he could keep
his pretty words and fiery fingers
creatively away from me.
i am tired of smelling of hell
& ash when -
:iconDearPoetry:DearPoetry
:icondearpoetry:DearPoetry 224 48
Literature
Universe Girl
she
fell in love
with Pluto
while he was
still a planet;
but
she could only manage
to fall in love
with shooting stars
in the glare of your eyes.
what more could you truly ask
from a universe girl?
:iconDearPoetry:DearPoetry
:icondearpoetry:DearPoetry 398 37
Literature
It's okay to be imperfect
The moon
has craters
too,
and look
how bright
it shines,
even in
the darkest
of times.
:iconTangled-Tales:Tangled-Tales
:icontangled-tales:Tangled-Tales 415 182
Literature
Once There Was a Man
      Once there was a man who plucked out his own eyes, for he knew that he could never trust them. Things were never as they seemed, and time and time again he was fooled into believing in that which was little more than optical illusion. He saw buildings floating in the sky, light being bent on the horizon and morphing solid terrain into rippling distortions, rainbows slicing through the air with every appearance of form and tangibility. And what was more, these worthless organs not only saw that which was not there to be seen, but they failed to see those things which truly mattered- the air one breathed, the energy that pulsed through one's body, the soul of a man. Any matter of true consequence tended to pass right by him unseen, and his eyes served only to inundate him with nonsensical sensory overload. And so it was that he wrenched the cursed things from his skull, the pain excruciating, but a necessary step, he knew, in acquiring that rare ability of truly seei
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Have a great birthday ...hopefully with many happy returns!
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