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6 years ago

C L O S E R .

You pulled me closer,

And closer.

I let your love sink in like venom.

With every drip i found my life hanging between sweet solace of death and the nightmare of the present.

To you I've gifted my life ,

My love.

To you I find my home ;

Yet you seem like the canon that shoots down my fragile home.


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6 years ago

Out of love.

Why say goodbye when you dont mean it ?

Why did I do what I have done ?

Why did I cry Infront of you, begging you to come back and you let me go once again.

And I was left on my own, for the hundredth time.

With love left in my heart for you.

And as I waited for us ,

I ran out of love for you.


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7 years ago

O B J E C T

Light me up and I'll lead you to the window of your soul.

- I heard you were a breathing object before you had me.


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2 years ago

smoking cigarette & sipping mango, watching the world spin: fighting the urges, my mind is a maze, a cage of contradiction, lost in addiction, losing to my misery, life presents me blessing, good things, in which candid moments of bliss, lie awake & alive, alive as essence, greenery is all I need, nature's naked gifts of life, breathe breath into me, ouroboric wandering idol, cosmic ghost; inward & outward, great thing of wondrous depth, not in death.


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2 years ago
August Blooms Like A Bruise On My Forearm, Dante Émile

August Blooms Like a Bruise on My Forearm, Dante Émile


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2 years ago
I Am Begging You All To Stop Treating This Site Like Instagram If You Dont Want It To Be Content Free
I Am Begging You All To Stop Treating This Site Like Instagram If You Dont Want It To Be Content Free
I Am Begging You All To Stop Treating This Site Like Instagram If You Dont Want It To Be Content Free
I Am Begging You All To Stop Treating This Site Like Instagram If You Dont Want It To Be Content Free
I Am Begging You All To Stop Treating This Site Like Instagram If You Dont Want It To Be Content Free
I Am Begging You All To Stop Treating This Site Like Instagram If You Dont Want It To Be Content Free

i am begging you all to stop treating this site like instagram if you dont want it to be content free by next year


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3 years ago

I'm getting in my own way again...

Call out to me so my footsteps halter

Burnish my skin of these lasting marks

Made by tears of my own making

With every footstep that I falter

In fog formed by clouds I mistook in my own ecstacy


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3 years ago

Even in shadow

does nature thrive

a silent spectre

full of bristling sighs

with a glimmer

the light then shows

the blooming tree preserved

alive in its shadow


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3 years ago

Wednesday, 28th July 2021

Love is more than the dream wistfully painted across torn pages in dripping ink and meadows of wildflowers, by writers and poets huddled by candlelight seeing love written in beloved faces. Seeing love in yearning clouds slowly chasing after the sun's fragile rays. Love is heartache and hurt and pain - a climbing river pushing back against everything you know. It inspires and challenges, it breathes life and ends it. It is everything we want and everything we do not dare to have. Love can bring just as much destruction to the harmony it creates. But it’s never about what love is or what it is not - it is how we shape its destiny within our own lives that counts. Love will always be with you, but will you let it stay? And sometimes we know that we just have to chase it away. 


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3 years ago

Monday, 19th July 2021

I have scars on my knees from when I was six, hopeful of the days that I could run free from the tangled branches enclosing my mind. They wrapped me in with faces whose eyes always slipped across mine. And then they found my legs and let me slip, numb again from yesterday's wound. I would run, all limitations abandoned, chasing the friends I wasn't close to, always branches apart from the world I was already consumed by. But I was happy. And then I would fall. It happened again and again until I saw the danger in falling, now white stretching marks across the bottom of my knees. I saw the danger in everything.


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3 years ago

Thursday, 8th July 2021

There is freedom in the shadowed storm as the veil-wrapped sky billows in a climbing release. I lay here on the rough strewn ground, a wilderness of rain-kissed grass, tumbled yarn, and loose cut threads. Find me in the running lake carving eyes into the overgrown path, lost to the planted sky now curling into a silver smile.

Freedom is more than just running through the rain on Thursday afternoons.


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