u/yaangyiing_

Take a bite of the blueberry sun
Walk across it
whistle in my apple sauce
Perch upon towers
The weather stops, all will flower

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Time to put my heart on pie
I'm revising my numbers
Ever wonder the reason why,
You survived the hours?

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It was because you tasted
All across the surface
Your tongue has a memory
like the Earth has dirt
And as you fuzz
your body is worthless

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Lurch toward childhood
Pull, scratch, and curse
It was a million reasons
I didn't die, for the first time
I'm alive.

Another dawn.
This'll be an ancient feeling,
and belongs in sunlight.

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Nothing but a diet of air and sleep.
I smell a dead breeze.
Tell me I'm happy,
and starve with me.

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Another day gone.
My will is long, but
doesn't belong in sunlight.
The birds are silent,
so tired by the disquiet mind.

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Another paid cost.
My bills are bribed,
all to remind me
where I belong:
Lost under another dawn.

Float, demigod,
tell me.
Tell you what?

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Tell me of up and down
And about yourself
How do you come about?

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First, I'm in my cups
And float about
Until the bubbles pop

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I had to shave
off the stubble, but
Without a horizon
I am in deep troubles.

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You see I am alive,
haven't gone outside
because I'm tired of floating.

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You sound like a dead rose
Will you rise again?

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I may, but I do so alone,
If I survive against the ghost
Perhaps my hopes corporeal.
Subdue the inner criminal,
The flower knows
I'm the rose on the windshield.

My soul is addicted to close calls.

I love, don't forget,

just say i loved my ex.

Say I date to collect,

to them, there's no difference.

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My soul is addicted

to the wet and intimate,

to decisions in the quick;

sometimes a test of stick,

sometimes a warm carrot.

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When I fawn to O, intellect;

Ego makes a mess,

and impossible to repair

because it's too complex.

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I'm staring at the pieces

of my relationships.

Wouldn't you?

I was heels over head,

very close to see again;

couldn't quite make

the pieces connect.

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i suppose i couldn't

get away with

telling my poison

it's fine.

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To throw the low dosage

at levels beneath the soul,

igniting the faintest ghost

of company, love received

for our pebbles, and

stepping stones' haunting.

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In withdrawal

All cause is faulty

Before I hit call

I'd want something

Soft and guaranteed,

but she's not what she used to be;

the hardened heart,

the new teeth;

eating different

indifferently.

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Almost appeared from

my personal hell

to say hello,

I love you,

I broke my phone.

good sleep

i want to

i'll get some sleep

tomorrow comes

tomorrow is on the way

tomorrow is today

in the other room.

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i say the words soon

that'll be the day

tomorrow's almost paid

i'll cough up the cash

i need to create,

then I'm on the way.

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The world doesn't change

I'll say the words soon

That'll be the day

I leave my room.

Hello

Screaming at the surface

Good day

Screaming at dinner and breakfast

Piercing through

"How do you do?"

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Identify empty purpose

ignorance is idyllic

When I do nothing

I'm finally perfect.

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she laughs

she laughs

before a goat-head

Satan's in dessert

She'll cut him up and serve

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I won't eat

Found a way to hurt her

Keeps loving me after

I tried to desert her.

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It took until it set me free

Under the shadow of

bigger things...

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Bigger needs for the colony

Growing dream of growing

Even the space for the dream's

in need, in these 3 hour sleeps.

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Wake up, redeem;

exorcise in steam;

dare the day onward;

I don my armor.

Sinking to the depths of my joy,

my violence. Bright blood

omitted from

leaking sunsets.

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Bleed and sweat, suffrage.

My vote is cast, I'm for death.

Empty my eyes of self consciousness.

We blink our threats.

Finally alive,

finally, providence.

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Rising to my kind of sadness,

my violence. Blue veins

cut from

human mud.

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I'm made of diamond.

And the golden ring

will melt and leak

until our marble's timeless.

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And when I stare,

I lose my eyes,

realize the sun's not mine.

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And when I cry,

I crack my pride,

And all the mistakes are mine.

on the mind, it mends

in fragments, this image:

me in my best visage.

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will i figure the thought

by the time it expires?

A question of competent liars

is closer to the motley me,

rather my fear, it's always

following, it follows the clocks

and pendulum swings, and

it counts off my temperate,

temporal feelings.