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Literature Text
All of my flaws are rented, rendered
into fussy versions
of words spun into splendor;
I am a fraud, fraught
with contemplative curls
and whirled-around turns
into the lonely, dotted sky
and in this air I’m breathing heaving
gasps of any starlight,
leaving lips grazing on
along a faint horizon
caught in the mineral wave.
I will be etched into the sand,
and pass
into the tide of some routine Tuesday
morning when the world no longer wants
to look at itself in a pale moon mirror.
into fussy versions
of words spun into splendor;
I am a fraud, fraught
with contemplative curls
and whirled-around turns
into the lonely, dotted sky
and in this air I’m breathing heaving
gasps of any starlight,
leaving lips grazing on
along a faint horizon
caught in the mineral wave.
I will be etched into the sand,
and pass
into the tide of some routine Tuesday
morning when the world no longer wants
to look at itself in a pale moon mirror.
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consecrate
authenticity an arsenic
in morning coffee, in the smiles
pressed like ironed laundry,
because I feel like one wrong breath,
one wrong kiss between glossed lips and soft jaws
and I will be nailed to a cross
deception a shame rising like steam,
where teeth grind against each other
like clockwork gears, tick tick ticking
while the tongue kisses the roof of its cathedral
like a prayer to gods yet to be named
because her face is a mosaic window
shining the sin out of love
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no room
I am so full of me
there is no room
for you in here.
You can be out
there, alongside me,
but there is no room in here.
The hotel is full.
I am the Anna Madrigal
of my own soul.
So you be you
and I will be me.
If there is connection,
I will cherish it.
If there is not,
I will not miss it.
This does not diminish
my love and devotion,
nor your own to me.
It just makes it real.
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looking inward
And then the day came
The day my mind opened
Just the smallest of a break
So that I could see inside my own thoughts,
As if I were an outsider looking in.
And what I discovered
Was truly disturbing...
A Pandoras box
Of jumbled thoughts
Of half planned ideas.
This tiny crack revealed
A child's misunderstanding
Of what was true
And what was not.
I saw that I allowed others
To control my every action
My every thought
As if they owned me.
I saw how I let others lead me/use me.
How I trusted so easily
To totally trust
Without reason. I saw the people I had let into my life
I saw them as they really were
Life suckers who had almost drained
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I might be winding down my time on dA. Maybe I’ll change my mind, but I feel like it might be time. I wouldn’t leave completely but maybe just not post any new writings for a good long while.
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You are my favorite writer, and one of the only ones I still actually read. I'll miss you and I hope your time off does you some good.
I love the first line; "All of my flaws are rented"
okay scratch that, I love the first stanza completely.
I'll miss you
I love the first line; "All of my flaws are rented"
okay scratch that, I love the first stanza completely.
I'll miss you