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poeticpulses:

I’ve murdered the good with my dagger-ed hands. Fashioned on mistrust, sharpened by betrayal. I’ve set fire to the words uttered when the candle wax melted; I’ve made sure to hide the lighters and pour water on the matches. I’ve set up archers every two feet across the top of these barricades,…

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We dug down deep

soiling the soil

and turning back time’s work

of stacking and being

and we did so four our being

trying to be anything

anything at all.

You said it yourself

you’d do anything

to break past the peak - 

takes a lifetime to climb - 

caught on the cusp

of sacred secrets.

I told you I felt no peak

and felt no secret

and you told me to 

keep digging deep

because secrets can be kept

from our own,

for our own,

and trust will never be known.

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I love lilacs.

I love lilacs.

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Oh god, why?

Oh god, why?

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Going for gold.

Going for gold.

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“I wanna play too”

“I wanna play too”

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Sooo something awesome has just happened…

Because I was under 18 while my mom was on disability I’m entitled to $8,905. I’m splitting it with my sister, but damn, that’s still a lot of free money.

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The way people think is maddening,

I know.

The way people speak is saddening,

I know.

We put forth so much less

than we are,

and when we put forth more

then we are

(forever)

then we are

(new)

then we are

(happy).

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Can’t you see?

That you’re blind in too many ways

so set in sad

that you’ve buried your heart 

under obligations and rules

followed to a T, because suddenly

wisdom wasn’t enough.

Or maybe, it was,

and you turned the wrong key.

Now the answer lays

on the bottom of your ocean floor

where sea-filled light and

bitter-cold silence could make

anyone else drown into serenity.

It’s all in you,

the seeds are sowed,

but again and again

you’ve salted the earth 

and now nothing can grow

unless you flip the dormant switch

lose sense of self,

fall into nothing,

pitch black

cosmos of your own

where sight can be restored

and rain will be beauty

earth, stability, 

and silence - your mind.