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Sun Jan 08, 2023 2:38 am
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Seirre says...

everything seems far more poetic and meaningful in the blur of a rushed thought.
like when something catches my eye out the passenger window of a Subaru
and i only have a time to see the brief, preconceived idea of an object.
that's why i've stopped logging all my emotions into my Notes App,
because i realize everything i care about sounds pathetic when typed out
into coherent sentences. i can only pity myself before i have spell checked and proofread my mind. i can only feign any empathy for myself when i look through the corner of my eye.
so when she sits me on the couch and asks if i've kept up with journalling,
i guess i'll say no, i can't stand to look at myself through a telescope. i think it's better for both of us if i'm kept a smudge in a 1 AM sky.
“You are somebody's something, but you are also your you.”
--John Green, Turtles All The Way Down


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Sun Jan 08, 2023 9:15 am
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lliyah says...

Under the hushed unbroken edge of tomorrow
I have placed a single seed of hope
one day this will be undone, weeds and all,
and the hills of choking sand will fall
sweet-swift into the ocean tide
one day.
the spring will come again.
and in the spring anything-everything will grow
one day the crickle creek will pull the fish home
and the bird will remember her nesting branch
and the sun shall find her perch, and the day, that day
will never end. and so I watch and wait
if only to catch the last breath of today,
and in it, to see at last, at last, the first glance
of eternity.
you should know i am a time traveler &
there is no season as achingly temporary as now
but i have promised to return

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Tue Jan 10, 2023 4:48 pm
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spatula says...

is the point of no return.

heat swelters &
suddenly i am paying too much
attention to the ceiling. cracks spell out
words i do not know the meaning of.

my landlord
is my worst enemy, second only
to my girlfriend.

she wants to
move in with me one day,
maybe when we get more serious.
i like the sound of not being alone,
but i think i'd have
the same fate either way.

i open my window, but
the light seeps in before i reach it.
as he stares into the sky, there are
twice as many stars as usual.

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Fri Jan 13, 2023 8:34 pm
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lliyah says...

I have yet to identify the ringing in my ear -
I once thought it was outside of my head,
some whir of a computer or whish of a breeze,
a chirping from the battery of a distant expired alarm clock
but that was before I grew up
and discerned that one can not blame
the world for all the ringing inside ones' ears
in fact that ringing long-mistaken for distraction
might be a reminder, a promise, a song
might be the blood beating in your heart,
or the singing echo of memory preserved,
the ringing might indeed be your strength
maybe these ears are vessels and not weights
maybe these hollow-listening drums are also sifting palms
maybe this ringing is good, maybe this body is whole,
maybe we're all a little stronger than we seem.
I hope so. But as I said,
I have yet to identify from where the ringing comes.
you should know i am a time traveler &
there is no season as achingly temporary as now
but i have promised to return

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Thu Jan 19, 2023 2:08 pm
Liminality says...

Small girl, big universe.
Muddling crowds.
She wanted them to know
she was not like them,
so she took down all her flags
and vowed only to put
transparent glass up
for statement-making,
for rage, for loving,
and these other things like
specks before the stars.

Then they sauntered down
the lamp-infested street
to shine coloured lights
into her glass decorations,
sighing with relief as finally
they saw something which they
could understand.

They made an installation
so she would always appear to be
one thing, or another,
or another one

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