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museum of things i want to forget
On days like thisI am a museum of thingsI want to forget,and therein I findportraits of heartsthat once adored meand since forgotten their vowscompadres that oncemilled around me,have deserted me now. therein I findmosaic of the soulsthat once touched meand leftbut still, pieces of them remainfor better or for worseand the memoriesare what glues them…
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run
his phone died on a Wednesdayout in the scorching countrywind howling ferociouslythrough dead tree trunksand the sand followed its leadin this clanging dance.and as he pulled overa mile’s drive inin the hope thathis slithering truck would healcoughing up from thirst and ennervationfrom the scorching sunthat made him seem to go insane.silence and static emanating radio;a…
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In My Messy Mind
careful as you step insidedon’t trample the disorganized ideasscattered on the floorbe careful not to slipover the spilt jar of thoughts;the label reads “Overthinking” in another corner, you can hear echoesof laughter and sunshine and happinessheld inside urns and bottlesthe echoes threaten to break free. when you look upand see teardrops hanginglike sapphire stonessuspended by…
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Mystery Man
mystery man,he is the very caricature of the moonshowering all with kindnessjust like moonlight;soft and gentle.yet bold and commandingas is over the starsand when hidden by cloudsthere is an air of magic and enigmaabout him. mystery man,a thousand thoughtsbehind those evocative eyesevery time he takes a look at me.words stream from his alluring lipsand he…
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Dear Inner Child,
Being in constant survival mode must be so exhausting, but darling, that’s no way of living. At least not anymore. You don’t need to hurt, or hide, or make yourself small anymore. Come and sit on my lap. Your eyes that once lit up in wonderment are now tired and lifeless-and I’m sorry about that.…
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gone/too much
maybe if I’d let you hold me longerand love me harderthen all the broken pieces of mewould snap right back into placebut they never did maybe ifI’d grabbed on to the lifeboatswhen i was drowninginstead of calling on youamidst futile gasps of air and clutching onto any floating debristhen i wouldn’t have sunkinto the deep…
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conversations with the moon, pt. 13
and at the end of the dayin the cold, dead nightwhen the city’s asleepI’m left with only my thoughtsthat seem to subsideafter hours of relentless unrest the more i think about it nowthe memories are a blurthey fade in and outbut then againare memories things you haveor things you’ve lost?memories of peoplewho loved me by…
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time.
time, wonderous timeheals so beautifully,but never in a straight lineevery now and thenI try to grab you and think that you are mineyou escape my hands,like quicksandand faster than thathow I wish you would stand stilleven though you’re everywherebut nowhereseems to flowin my blood and through my veinsfrom the moment I took my first breathtill…
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If You’re Anything Like Me…
if you’re anything like meyou’ve learnt to write poetryyou hold it close to your chestit becomes your honourthe very thing that gets you on your feetthat gets you movingand fills you with lifeand so you search for heartbreakin all the nicest placesbecause what good is artif not made with a sombre state of mind?you see…
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Dear Future Lover,
📸: @eyesfullofstarsz dear future lover, i don’t know you yet but i miss you.i see you in my dreams when I’m fast asleepyou’re in them when I’m wide awake too.yet I’ve never even met you,or so i think. maybe i saw you at the bus stop last monthquick glances as we brushed shoulders;your face bore…
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