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you're my favorite kind of natural disaster --
famous for horizontal rain and
forcing palm trees into death arches.
(are you proud of what you've done to me
or do you want to come back for one more
crushing tidal wave?)
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you're my favorite kind of chipped china --
stone-cold beneath writhing flower wreaths
and scratched by forks, but still delicate.
(maybe you wouldn't be broken if
i'd left you in the cabinet like they told me to.)
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you're my favorite kind of grape juice stain --
a permanent ellipse of watered-down fruit
in the fibers of my best shirt.
(i wear you like a badge of honor
even though you were a mistake.)
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you're my favorite kind of nosebleed --
a brilliant shade of gushing crimson
and dramatic enough to make me light-headed.
(you sent me straight to the bottom of
the tissue box because you just. wouldn't. stop.)
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you're my favorite kind of mud puddle --
mysterious, yet hopelessly shallow,
and worthy of a good yellow-boot splash.
(you soaked me to the bones and now
i'm damp to the very marrow.)
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but after everything,
you might be surprised to know
that you are my favorite kind of memory --
a nagging thought that i'll soon forget.
(sometimes it's a blessing that
we can't relive the past.)
famous for horizontal rain and
forcing palm trees into death arches.
(are you proud of what you've done to me
or do you want to come back for one more
crushing tidal wave?)
=
you're my favorite kind of chipped china --
stone-cold beneath writhing flower wreaths
and scratched by forks, but still delicate.
(maybe you wouldn't be broken if
i'd left you in the cabinet like they told me to.)
=
you're my favorite kind of grape juice stain --
a permanent ellipse of watered-down fruit
in the fibers of my best shirt.
(i wear you like a badge of honor
even though you were a mistake.)
=
you're my favorite kind of nosebleed --
a brilliant shade of gushing crimson
and dramatic enough to make me light-headed.
(you sent me straight to the bottom of
the tissue box because you just. wouldn't. stop.)
=
you're my favorite kind of mud puddle --
mysterious, yet hopelessly shallow,
and worthy of a good yellow-boot splash.
(you soaked me to the bones and now
i'm damp to the very marrow.)
=
but after everything,
you might be surprised to know
that you are my favorite kind of memory --
a nagging thought that i'll soon forget.
(sometimes it's a blessing that
we can't relive the past.)
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from stardust to -
let's dance. you and me, and all the lonely people
like it's the eve of the revolution that's about to change the world,
and all you can hear is the song of captivity.
we can touch the ground and we can touch the sky,
and perhaps the wind has never felt so free, but dancing -
oh, we'll dance in the space in-between.
and they'll sing as we waltz across infinity, about you, and about me,
because nothing makes sense,
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manias
1.
i used to go online and make fake
accounts on dating websites when i
was feeling especially malicious and
frustrated and rundown and sad.
female with severe trichotillomania
and kleptomania seeking male who
doesn't mind spotty baldness or
theft.
"that's mean," you would say.
and i know, i knew; it was mean. but
i hated telling you that you were right.
2.
sometimes i would ask my cat, "do you
remember who stole your eye? do you
remember your mother?" and i would feed
him bits of pasta and bread and wave my
hand in front of his nose.
"do you remember your mother? do you?
do you remember having two eyes?"
and i would be
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ghosts in the water
dangling veins filling with blue air
blowing in and out of the limbs
helium lifting us
cry the thick tears
breathe in his hair
oh, cold eyes, make me feel alive
splashes on my cheek, drenched
hold his body in the wind
holds my organs in his hands
up to our thighs in thick mud
come, sleep now
asleep on the surface
ocean spills out
swallow the waves
listen, listen, listen
a heart that beats so loud, soaked
nothing but blue blue blue blue
dangling veins filling with the ocean's blood
washing away our colours
put away our cold bodies
put us to bed
so naked and so awake
as the waves pull us under, tucking us in
sleep now
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Oh, the thoughts that dance through my head late at night...this was literally written in the dark.
It didn't turn out how I intended, but that's okay. I don't think it's meant to be totally serious.
Oh yeah, and it's total, complete fiction.
If you , please comment. Thanks!
It didn't turn out how I intended, but that's okay. I don't think it's meant to be totally serious.
Oh yeah, and it's total, complete fiction.
If you , please comment. Thanks!
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