Poetry -- 2014
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you taught me to scrape moon-dust off the moon
The world's a whirlpool. And it looks like we're drowning.
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cough up an avalanche of mottled blue-bottles
The reason why migraines and poetry do not go together. 12:00 poetry.
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i travelled the world thirteen times over
I don't know what this is. Eh.
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∞ catching infinity ∞
Caves within caves within caves.
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celestial morons
There are no beginnings. Only endings, and false tides.
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i will stitch myself together again
I have no idea what this is. So rip it apart!
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a rattlesnake by the watershed
It keeps me grounded to reality.
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the sky caught the smoke rings you blew from your lips
Invincibility does not merely exist as a video-game option. Breathe smoke.
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nameless
It's a wild world out here.
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cirrus
Hastily written. Criticism appreciated!
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so many shadows
Rip. It. Apart.
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there is a hurricane
~*~ Stuff and more stuff
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The girl on gravel mountain ~Part One~
Asphyxiating.
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the kind of frustration that poetry tries to explain
I cannot explain this. Hastily written.
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kaleidoscopic whirls
Stuff. Makes for very 'engaging' summaries.
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Yesterday's dusk
Please check expiry dates always.
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maybe God will turn us into galaxies in heaven
Night wanderings.
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monotony
This utterly random poem is totally not me taking advantage of free work day.
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twenty fourteen syllables: a history in fragments
Insomnia does weird things to you.
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120/80
The lions are waiting. (Rated 16+ to be on the safe side.)
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burning at the trims&edges
It's 'post sucky poetry for free' work day. Still. Rip.