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I searched,
and searched,
and searched...
and searched,
and searched...
i. I traced the trails
of deserted comets
and the path of every star,
but always end up
underneath Orion's tail-
I started there
because I knew
you were an astronomer
and you always dream big
(not there).
ii. I looked across
the oceanic floor beds
and dug deep within
the cavities of every
shell and shipwreck grave
until the oxygen in
my lungs expired
sometimes sprinkling sea salt
at the tip of my tongue
to pretend it's sugar,
because I missed you
and your saccharine throat
seasoning my Saturday mornings
when cold coffee doesn't
(not there,either).
iii. I scavenged the limbs
and rib cages and heart chambers
of your past lovers,
then moved on to your mother's-
but found nothing
other than ash and broken glass
and withered jasmines,
thinking you were dead,
or died.
Did you die for me
or did you die because of me?
I would never know.
I haven't found you yet,
and probably never will.
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Hate
I hate
I hate well
I hate feverishly
I am the churning acid in your stomach
I am the blood pounding in your head
I am the white-knuckled fist clenching to strike
I am the red haze dimming your eyes
and clouding your mind
I am the rage that lashes out at the weak
the small and defenseless
justified by tears and fueled by alcohol
I hate passionately
I am the shaking in your hands
and grinding teeth
nails digging into your palms
I am everything you hate
boiling to the surface in a froth of
bile
blood
and excrement
I am the indiscriminate spray of bullets
at the school
church
nightclub
I am the madman raving on the news
heaping blame
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winter
i didn't think that the artificial fireplace logs
would turn out to be
some kind of cruel metaphor
but here i am,
trying to ingest antifreeze to
deal with the shivers you i
send across
raw clinging collarbones , d
own
clanking vertebrae screaming at me to
let go or i'll melt into your
chest like the snowflake that lost its 6th
arm
and you
know that's not how it works and
i do too.
i turn around
and realize that
you
' re not beside
me, anymore
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attempts
this afternoon
unresponsive to the sunlight
lying in bed like summer afternoons and white sheets
still moments in our room
so quiet i can hear your ribcage shifting with each breath
but winter -
winter is coming,
the air is so cold,
my bones break inside.
your remove yourself from me,
turn your head away,
hand slipping out of mine,
curling into yourself.
this morning
waking up to brightness outside
the crisp air is singing with potential but
i am quiet
i am inside
i am by myself on this big bed.
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EDIT: Title has been changed from 'it's hard to find you(i haven't found you yet)' to 'I haven't found you yet'
for the
fun with html again! but I just made fun with (ol).
a one-shot luck, I guess. It's fresh from typing in the 'submit art' page because I wanted to submit something- and stop being lazy.
Dedicated to an uncle/grandfather who passed away a year ago and miss so badly! RIP, lolo</o>, and I hope you're happy wherever you are...
Even if it is for the glory-be-project, comments and constructive critism are more than welcome
for the
fun with html again! but I just made fun with (ol).
a one-shot luck, I guess. It's fresh from typing in the 'submit art' page because I wanted to submit something- and stop being lazy.
Dedicated to an uncle/grandfather who passed away a year ago and miss so badly! RIP, lolo</o>, and I hope you're happy wherever you are...
Even if it is for the glory-be-project, comments and constructive critism are more than welcome
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I really loved i, ii, and iii; but I'm not so keen on the initial formatting for the "I searched" section -- I can see what you're trying to achieve with it, and I like that aspect, but I find it to be a flow-interruption rather than an enhancement because of the huge gaps between the lines.
Once again, though, as always, your imagery is both touching and beautiful. "sometimes sprinkling sea salt / at the tip of my tongue / to pretend it's sugar," got right under my skin in a wonderful way.
Once again, though, as always, your imagery is both touching and beautiful. "sometimes sprinkling sea salt / at the tip of my tongue / to pretend it's sugar," got right under my skin in a wonderful way.