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Thu Jan 14, 2021 3:07 am
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Liminality says...



don't mind this this is just an outlet thread for my brain

but you know feel free to yell at me here - i'd be happy, because even when venting i love attention and also i'm lonely, as you can see with these metaphors


Crow-call Collector

You sort out the crow-calls
in a wide-brimmed basket,
other people's opinions
you collect in your head,
presenting them to me, like a child
who thinks the products of the Earth
are their own.
And what if it's riddled with microplastics?
Your square-rimmed grin doesn't care.
We are standing at the edge
of a world where the meaning of things
can weigh down a basket
and send its contents
to the floor, falling away.
Last edited by Liminality on Thu Jan 14, 2021 3:26 am, edited 1 time in total.
    Here for the in-betweens and the left-behinds, the unconsidered,
    the out-of-this-world.

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Thu Jan 14, 2021 3:17 am
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If I've spent too long listening to crow-calls,
forgive me.

Birdsong compels me no matter the quality,
even if the crows need privacy I linger
competitively nudging at the curtains
neck straining, eyes aching, in the night
waiting to hear them cry.

Maybe I can trace a telephone wire
from here to a day in my childhood
where I was given a grimoire of pity,
and opened the clasp to a barrage
of curses. Someone else's pain-sighs
are not healing. They burden, and bust,
and corrupt, like the intangible tendrils of fate.

I sit at my window, nursing the dead night
air, looking for air through stained glass.
Why isn't there a spellbook for undoing
the tiresomeness of being magic?
I spend too long listening to crow-calls,
and I'm too tired to apologise.
    Here for the in-betweens and the left-behinds, the unconsidered,
    the out-of-this-world.

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Thu Jan 14, 2021 4:00 am
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tw: mentions of scarred tissue and some violence

Things that remind me of an unexamined life

  • Reposting fake-deep memes hoping to find some meaning in your laundry basket
  • Pointing out the dust specks on someone else's white shirt only because they are rich and powerful and shouldn't be coated in dust, while you make everyone sneeze just walking into a room
  • Monsters hiding behind claims of not wanting to hide
  • The sort of person that twists an amputated arm around your neck to excuse themselves not holding open the drawbridge that fell and crushed your throat
  • Stickers that can never be peeled off, always clinging to you like a recurring nightmare that licks up everything from your Facebook profile to your love life
  • Naming altars after human beings, with the assumption that they'll always balance on your thin and narrow pedestals
  • Marking in false connections between things with a Sharpie to give the Labovian narrative even more prestige than it already has
  • Pictures of scar tissue sent to me on WhatsApp, as though they could repay a debt of my time and my trust only by being permanent damage I have absolutely nothing to do with
  • People who only imitate Socrates and forget he's the man who tells you to question everything (including himself)
    Here for the in-betweens and the left-behinds, the unconsidered,
    the out-of-this-world.

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  • I spend a sizeable chunk of my time in Poem a Week and the Worst Poem thread.
  • You can also come yell at me in WFPs.
  





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Thu Jan 14, 2021 5:13 am
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cw: umm visceral imagery

I have too many poems dedicated to too many people, maybe I should have dedicated them to myself instead? Condemning the self-centered while wanting to be self-centered, I take these cuff-links and turn them into handcuffs. Call the ball off, I'm not dancing anymore. I'm sick and tired of these feathered costumes, waist-wraps of raw skin, human skin, tell the activists "This is beyond you, do not intervene". I don't want to try playing hero anymore. Anyone can wear a plague doctor's mask and claim to be the plague doctor, repute is two-parts self-adulation, one-part business consultation. I spend a lot of poems trying to fight the worms nestling within, but maybe I should have been repairing my roof, so the crow dung wouldn't fall in.
    Here for the in-betweens and the left-behinds, the unconsidered,
    the out-of-this-world.

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Thu Jan 14, 2021 5:59 am
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One has to be strong
enough to drive happiness
away with a stick,
shouting and hollering,
as you chase it down the street
and into your neighbour's house
so their daughter might have
a friend at her birthday party.
One has to be fast
enough to catch oneself
in the cheek with a right hook,
shattering the skull
because that is where
the ego is stored.

Some people only have to cry.

Maybe conventional wisdom is right
that the hardest thing to do
is to accomplish anything at all.
    Here for the in-betweens and the left-behinds, the unconsidered,
    the out-of-this-world.

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Thu Jan 14, 2021 7:09 am
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So many things rely
on not having cacti in your eye,
treacherous sorts of cacti
that crawl and grab at

everything you've worked for
and stored beneath the skin,
the sin, the sin is deep within.

I can't tell myself I'll ever
crawl out of this pinwheel
of a world, and I wish no one
would tell themselves the same.
    Here for the in-betweens and the left-behinds, the unconsidered,
    the out-of-this-world.

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Sun Jan 17, 2021 2:17 am
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Liminality says...



Blackout Poem of my old journal. Title: 'Thing'

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    the out-of-this-world.

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Tue Jan 19, 2021 2:28 am
Liminality says...



There's an old red wish
branded in the back of this house,
a shudder of wind
buffets through shutters,
tossing about dust motes
in an eddy of pointed words.

How can I talk about these things?
cordoned within a ring of pansies,
these hope-flowers swaying,
whispering the need for conflict-aversion,
for keeping things in order.

I let the creatures on the street
pass in and out of these corridor wings,
tracking mud and detritus on the rugs
as though they were kings, or
gods.

There's an old red wish somewhere
at the bottom of this ribcage-well
of well-wishes, of ideal selves.
Maybe this time, I will take it
to my lips and blow a puff
of dandelion seeds.
    Here for the in-betweens and the left-behinds, the unconsidered,
    the out-of-this-world.

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  • I spend a sizeable chunk of my time in Poem a Week and the Worst Poem thread.
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