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 It is time to believe I am able to once again feel like gravity is off, as if it were my friend, and I am simply and utterly able to love.

14

What is it makes you hate him so, ignore him so? He is not you, with your incorruptible manners, with your dream of success. He is a simple, mediocre, but free.

13

I have O no idea what it is I will have to do so you hold your my hand, so you call me "Darling", so you do not ever look back.

12

Piano of glass may you take my taste of sour thoughts of her and her boredom whim of violence down into a plain cup of plain to gulp this tiny day.

11

I thought of its never happening, I thought then of its happening, thus of its being different, yet now think of its je-ne-se-quoi-isms and absence of tenderness for me to doubt.

10

Night of cold and quiet make me something, make me nothing, make us everything, as the shades of purple in the skies, as she does when I traverse her silken skin.

9

There is a ton of moods I do not understand.
There are silences I do not get, either.
Then, there is what should not worry me, but does.
And so on...

8

So, I am going further, away from them all, except her, with her deep brown eyes, and in the afternoon sit we shall and look at each other and nothing else.

7

My father is my king, my lord is my broken will, my past is lightning bolt, and my present is thunder, my psyche is the pit, my heart is the pendulum.

6

I would have never thought there could be someone like her, taking me up to space in such manner I am to blast as a thousand-sun supernova and shine upon her.

5

I see his past and think of you and think of me and I can notice how tiny a difference divides us, so blur we might and rise together holding hands.

4

So it is your candid scorn that which keeps me swirling around in clouds of grey since I believe there is no way you shall take me back and fuck me.

3

This liquid is the grain upon which days depend for my dreams fog my senses and I downward spiral to a heaven of smiling demons that offer me sips of water.

2

Outburst in anger at the tedious impassibility of je ne se pas since no matter how loud you are the philistines won't listen, they won't open their eyes and behold quietly.

1

This vague street wisdom I am to graffiti upon the foreheads of those who shall lament not the upcoming fall of men from the grace of my father, the spacetime devourer.

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Pale view of pale light on the dim skin of an outpouring woman who has chosen the first day of the last September of this pale, green Earth to bow, to whisper, 'Mercy.'

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O the whale, so turmoiled, unthought and asunder, dragging voices that fall short of its singing. O the whale with those eyes of obsidian making paths unto glory in the ocean.

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Demon utmost of salt and raindrops, of eyes of glass and the wit for a go thru the mud, dark thoughts galore and the flood, envisioning how my sky has fallen.

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Never so insulted in all her life, so this sea might not be enough to wash away the blackened sight unto a broken pair of wings made of devious, shiny feathers. (to Fi)

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Glourious are the hands committing an if, torn into a charade of revenge. Glourious is the triumph of creative cynicism to satirise on a bloody past from which nobody has learnt.

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Counting specks of pepper as a time-waste activity, with perception tight closed to sense unreality, at a table where parsecs have lost any meaning, I think of those who embrace me.

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Ablaze is the world which lies before eyes day in, day out, sulphur onto sulphur, piles of flame towers, rainbow of seven reds, the devil as all, passion on the ground.

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Ablaze was the world from which I escaped to run into a rotten piece of the one I held dear in the memories of past perception, all in fire...In fire...

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Ablaze is the world in which I woke up after a dream of nukes & pandemoniums, where I lost my soul in the shape of those whom I could not reach.

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Tell where within you have fallen, so I dare reach out even though I just might grab drops of rain and I might feel frustrated, ergo groggy I become, ergo tempest.

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Oblong is the time at which the crossroads has appeared to flood up this utmost unsunk thought...Oblong are the sun rays upon which I have dreamt to utmostly run free...

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Leviathan, eat me alive!...Chew me to bits of chords and beats...Elate my existence and allow my soul to run free in your veins to find home in your heart...

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Waves of unrequired yet acknowledged redemption flooded this already flooded mind and washed away those ideas of nothing, thus new leaves of grass have arisen and definitely driven this sand away.

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Tongue-tiedness lays out as a feverish result of a long-lasting, sour effect provoked by this whizzing-by of ideas my brain experiences, hence it is quite hard to speak clearly, thus silence.

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Never dare doubt how resolute the soul can be when there is certainty of how red the horizon is, so you can tell dusk has come, so dawn shall come forth.

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Spin along with the Earth so the stars and the rain keep pouring on your face, thus the smile life has brought forth can prevail in spite of, in spite of...

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On a rowboat farther than the stars I hope one day to go to unabashedly prove myself that life as vast & great as the oceans can be no matter what.

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On the subject of subjectivity I have to say that the subjunctive action which involves being subjected by the laws of causality tears down my bare perception to a subjunctive wisdom.

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A spin in turn can boost or block the un-fate one holds at the sight of how the Earth turns & days up or nights down the existence one unadvertedly is.

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Cause the hope I hold can hardly be torn inasmuch as I thoroughly feel embraced by the waves she sends across every time she takes me into her arms and sighs.

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...So I kept my heart in a tiny wooden box for so long that I felt as though there was no way to take it out without its going into ashes...

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Bed claiming for the lovers whose passion exceeds the livid & vivid subjectivity of time since one knows one due to common experiences & sharing past ones, every time going deeper.

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If you could see how a hunny bunny hops around as if it were possible for physically absent matter to be embraced by the arms which constantly ask about their owner...

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Blood gushing out thanks perhaps to how daydream, memory, joy & anxiety to meet flood the heart, thus mind is off & the hands which long sense not the sharp edges.

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Solitude, which at times regards itself as loneliness, has marked these Friday nights for such a time that I have definitely lost count of the hours [I see an empty screen]

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I run in a field of tall grass after destiny has called my name despite such deity does not form part of my set of beliefs due to my grateful stubborness.

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Life indeed feels like spinning plates inasmuch as a thousand images of seas, sand or her whizz by out of control due to the tale-spinning this week has become so far.

3113

I wish my grandfather were here to see me feed on tiny bits of cancer every time my mind is taken by the chemicals which conduct my heart & vice versa.

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Her hand holding mine walking down the street where we gap ourselves after an afternoon of 31 minutos & hamburgers can only make me feel enthusiastic about our sinking into nothing.

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You have let me into your arms & infused me with soothing dreams of air which fly me to the clear piece of sky I can see when you are around.

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A thousand leaves swing to provoke the need to drag my feet due to the unbearable perception which I won't dare to forget cause today is when I have finally burst.