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Summer sees her death
in a violent display of oaks:
red and yellow leaves
languishing on the forest floor.
in a violent display of oaks:
red and yellow leaves
languishing on the forest floor.
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Reminders to Myself
1. Every time you feed the goldfish, feed yourself. Even if it's once a day, even if it's once a week.
2. Carry yourself like a house-plant. Take your body outside when it rains; open the blinds to let it sip the sun. Remember to turn yourself daily, like the world, so your branches don't all grow one direction. Don't leave and forget to take care of yourself.
3. It's okay to draw pictures in the dust and leave them for a while.
4. Couch cushions don't always have to have romantic connotations. Sometimes, they are just another quadrant of what you call home, and all they are full of is lose change, pencils, crumbs, and cough drops, and tha
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on seeking solace in strangers
And she felt like home
her arms gave
way to the sand
castle of her
chest,
she was
inexplicable
and
obscene
and
vulgar
and
i loved her for it
i knew
she was a dragon
of a girl
even with
charcoal creases
beneath her eyes
and smudged
vowels
l
e
a
k
i
n
g
from the corners
of her lips
like a faulty tap
to me she was beautiful
like those obscure
lapses in time
at 3.25 AM
with her legs
stretched across the
window sill
smoking my cigarettes
as she let her words
fold themselves
into the quiet
s p a c e s
around us
she still sparkled
with this rebellious
twinkle in her eyes
and
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The human condition of wanting to be everything
I feel as though I am exhausting
The excess skin around
My eyes
They
h
a
n
g
in loose shadows
Across my cheekbones like
A wreath.
And whilst I find myself
unable
To draw open the blinds
Because the light
is too bright
And I really can’t handle
The pane of the sky
With its obnoxious
Blue
glaring at me
With such a joyful expression
I know that lately
I am burning myself out
That I consume one too many
Cans of soda and energy drinks
At 2.45 AM
When the rest of the world
Is static in a hushed
Comatose state
Whilst I frantically try
To achieve something
Because being
Average
Ordinary
Mundane
Is too
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