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Wed Dec 29, 2021 10:35 pm

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potatoes in a dishwasher

hello I shall post random unedited poetry here because I no longer feel confident to post it anywhere else xD but I'm also hoping this can help me write more poetry, because I think my poetry skills were devoured during napo.

if anyone finds my poetry skills, please pm with the location and I'll give you 100 points thank you.

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Wed Dec 29, 2021 11:38 pm

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i. spring was never my favourite season

ii. i wonder when the sun will explode

iii. the crushing realization that this will probably be the last time i ever see you

iv. healing is lonely

v. i am obsessed with appliances

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Thu Dec 30, 2021 12:19 am

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i. spring was never my favourite season

i think i buried spring somewhere around here,
in a coffin under all of this snow
i dug out when i was trying to count
how many dead creatures were living down below
( and if there was room for one more )

but everytime i try to dig her back out,
i only end up with broken fingernails
and dirt clinging to the lines of my palms.
broken roots and the dead flowers i tore out of the earth
litter the floor with snowflakes that knew how to fall,
but not how to land

i don't know either ( how to fall or how to land )
but i still hope spring can find me
before the slope of my heartbeat becomes
zero.

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Fri Dec 31, 2021 1:45 am

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ii. i wonder when the sun will explode

i have found that cadavers
are easier to love than beating hearts;
there are no surprises when empty,
dilated pupils meet mine, or when
muscles loosen like elastic rubber
bands stretched too thin, or when
skin shrinks and tissues liquify
to reveal mummified tendons,
or when bones crack and disintegrate
and the collagen fibers deteriorate
to leave nothing behind but dust and minerals
to remember their names by -

- and i love the predictableness
of stony, desolate, incessant lulls,
rather than guessing
how the silence will be filled
with weightless words
that could snap or change meaning
at any moment; decomposed
organisms have only one response
to my desperate cries,
and i am never left guessing
if the stillness will be shattered -

- and through time spent in bitter
cemeteries with spiderwebs choking
every crevice where the light may sneak in,
i have also learnt to not trust the sun
because even that, one day,
will explode too.

Spoiler! :

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Mon Feb 21, 2022 4:58 pm

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Stellarjay says...

Hello star! Your poetry is so sweet. I honestly love the un-edited feel to it. The way it flows from one thought to another, makes it feel like I'm getting a glimpse into your mind. Also! Your imagery is spectacular! I love it so much.

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Tue Mar 15, 2022 10:58 pm

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iii. the crushing realization that this will probably be the last time i ever see you

you take my face in your frail hands
and tell me to eat more,
so i don’t grow weak,
in your broken english
but i can still hear the love in your voice

and you beg me to come visit you
soon, because you’re lonely all by yourself

and i promise i will,
even though i know i won’t,
because breaking promises is easier
than admitting we are running out of time

we are running out of time.
i wave to you from the driveway
as you become smaller in the distance
and i am already forgetting the features of your face
and which eye crinkles more when you smile

i wonder where your plane will land.

Spoiler! :

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Mon Mar 21, 2022 12:04 am

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iv. healing is lonely

pulling stitches out of my heel,
unwinding,
making a flower crown
out of tangled veins
and paper leaves;
skin cells form
petals, dripping from the edges

ripping out pain receptors,
dismantling my rib cage into a swing,
twisting my spine into a merry-go-round,
dizzy;
memories blur,
forgetting is easier,
burying is easier than digging
with bare hands,
fingerprints on skin fade,
ferris wheels stop turning

drowning in clouds,
cotton-candy-stuffed lungs,
puffy eyes, ripped out eyelashes
scattering like dandelion seeds;
tears freeze into snowflakes,
pupils burst into blue fireworks.
cotton candy tastes like dirt,
clouds’ raindrops taste like dirt,
snow melts to reveal dirt,
fireworks are gunpowder
and gunpowder is dirt

breathing in sparks from the destruction,
growing up and growing apart
and falling apart as atoms
catch on fire and explode -
a merry go round spinning out of control,
a ferris wheel tangled in neon, blinding carnival lights,
a swing with chains twisted up,
twisted veins,
cotton candy aflame and bursting lungs open,
a flower crown becoming a firework
of dead skin cells and stitches-

dis/connected

i don’t want to be closer to ~~myself.~~

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Wed May 18, 2022 12:28 am

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v. i am obsessed with appliances

this is my "entry" for alliyah's NaPo Time-Traveler Contest. of course, the deadline has long passed, but I still wanted to write something based on my first (and only) 2022 napo poem. or at least, I started out as trying to base it off that poem, but it kinda becomes it own thing xD

this morning, i threw myself
into a garbage disposal, because
it is easier to destroy myself
than to let my mother see
i am not happy –
i am not happy at all.
but if i am torn up,
no one can trace the letters
inked into my skin
and realize that
i am not happy.

later in the afternoon,
i will curl my body
to fit into the microwave
and spin in warmth
and dizzying heat
for 13 seconds.
this is how long i usually warm
my doughnuts for,
but i’m afraid my skin might burn,
because there is more
than just the middle of me
that is missing.

when the first hints of purple
bleed into the sky,
i will cool down in the freezer
of my refrigerator.
maybe then the burns on my body
will heal, and my brain
will remember how to count
without skipping over even numbers
1, 3, 5 –
no.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5…

to dry myself off,
i will spend the night
in the dryer.
i will fall asleep
while spinning,
the hum of the machine
a lullaby. when i wake,
maybe i will be in a hamper
or a laundry basket,
or maybe my mother
will have mistakenly folded me,
and i will be placed on the highest shelf
of her closet.
or maybe she will realize
that i no longer fit,
and i will be thrown into
a garbage can, crushed
in a garbage truck,
and buried in a landfill
where i am the only
piece of garbage.

perhaps it would be safer
to only spin
in the microwave’s
dizzying heat for 9 seconds
instead of 13 – then, i won’t
need to spend the evening
in a freezer
or the night in a dryer,
and my mother will never realize
that i do not fit her,
and she will never realize
that i am not happy.

a gif that does not fit the poem vibe but it's cute

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