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quiet

27/9/2020

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❝ my heart is so loud
it's hard to hear anything else
other than its wild rushing
through my veins
and in my ears  ❞ ​
--i don’t know how to quiet it
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falling

27/9/2020

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❝ The world is silent and still
The stars are all falling
Around us: wide open spaces
Within us: all our quiet grief
​
(The same
in the end).  ❞ 
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symmetry

27/9/2020

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❝ a halo, a haunting, a howling ❞ 

author's note: sometimes you write something that isn't going anywhere, but you like it enough to share it with the world. such is the case with these three words, which kind of came out of nowhere and wouldn't go away until i wrote them down. writing, i tell you. maybe one day these words will spark a larger piece...
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hand

27/9/2020

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❝ i sit and i hold your hand.
that’s it. that’s the story.
that’s what matters.
nothing that came before,
none of the bleeding or the fighting,
the weeping or the reaping.
not the mud or the rain,
not the cold or the pain.

just you and me and your hand
in mine.
because i sat and i held it
and your fingers opened
like you didn’t mind.
like it was easy.
like we could’ve been doing this 
all along.

nothing else matters.
not where we’re going, or how,
not what’s to become of us,
or what’s to be done now.
i sit and i hold your hand.
that’s it. that’s the story.
there’s no before or after.
just this. just us.
​

just that i sit
and i hold your hand. ❞
— a break, a coming together
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hunger

27/9/2020

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i) THIS HUNGER'S GONNA EAT ME ALIVE // TEAR ME TO SHREDS AND SET ME ALIGHT // I'LL BE THE HOTTEST YOU EVER SAW BURN // DON'T PRETEND YOU GOT IT IN YOU TO MOURN

ii) THE WORST I EVER DID WAS FORCE THEM TO SEE // (READ IT AND WEEP BABY) // THIS COULDA BEEN US AND YOU COULDA BEEN ME

iii) NOW WATCH ME MAKE NOTHIN' BUT BAD DECISIONS // NOTHIN' BUT SUTURES AND JAGGED INCISIONS // NOTHIN' BUT SMOKE AND VIOLENT VISIONS

iv) IT'S GONNA BE BIGGER THAN YOUR WILDEST DREAMS // I'M GONNA BE THE MADDEST I'VE EVER SEEMED // AND YOU'RE GONNA BE THE WORST YOU'VE EVER BEEN 

v) THIS COLLATERAL'S DAMAGE'S GOT YOUR SIGNATURE ALL OVER IT // IT'S MY RUIN BUT IT'S SCORED BY YOUR FINGERPRINTS 

vi) IF I GOTTA GO OUT THEN BABY // I PROMISE IT'S GONNA END WITH A BANG
AND I’M BRINGING YOU RIGHT DOWN WITH ME
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writing

27/9/2020

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❝ well here is the thing
i have not written you in a long time
have not transcribed your form in dark ink and brisk movements against white
have not mulled over the fullness of you in my mouth
have not held you tender, held you sweet
held you between the arch of my fingers and the ribs about my heart
but here is the thing
it is like the tree:
twenty years ago, and again, now. ❞ ​
—a seed planted, and replanted
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deliberation

27/9/2020

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❝ sweetheart i say,
and i mean something lighter than beloved
something truer than dear
something richer than honey.

sweetheart i say,
and it begins with a kiss and melts into a smile
falls to a sigh and drops to a pulse
rises in an effortless crest
ends light as air.

sweetheart, i say,
and i mean you. ❞
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altar

27/9/2020

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❝ i was feeling self-destructive
so i kissed an angel and left it at the altar ❞ 
--how to heal a heart that never had a chance at breaking 
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poetry

27/9/2020

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❝ i say i want to write poetry and by that i mean i want to write about love and so i open a blank page and i begin and all that spills out is everything but love, is the absence of it, is the yearning for it, is the remembrance of it, is all the places it used to be and all the ways it used to taste and all the ways i held it close and every way and every time that i let it go or i lost it or it left me.

i say i want to write poetry and by that i mean i want to write about love as it is now, right now, but i can’t, i can’t, because it’s never here, it’s something i had and something i want, something gone and something coming. it’s not for now, it’s not for here, it’s not for this, it’s too big for all that, it’s only visible, only tangible, in hindsight and in headlights.

i say i want to write poetry and by that i mean i want to write about love, but right here, right now, it’s something simultaneously flying away and flying toward me, and by that i mean i am always waiting and always looking back at it long gone by. ❞
— i say i want to write poetry and by that i mean i want to write about love and by that i mean i will always be wanting to write about love and by that i mean love is all that’s left
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love & life & death

27/9/2020

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❝ you are a star, it says, a flickering light in a vacuum, a void, a lack.
you dim and then brighten and age and consume and burn and rage and guide and beautify.
i should think that is worth the sadness.
i do not feel sad when i see you.
i feel love. 
❞ 
—an angel to a child of adam
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