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Passionate

Pulling this wagon by the scruff of my neck,
is like relaxing cross-legged on feeble bike handles.
The gentle gusts of your hurricane dazzle me.
Humouring the limitless requests of an oxymoronic cloud that swoops over your vision,
second by hour,
are the 3 batteries connected through the flat sides, powering my crowd of maggots.
The pedagogy of every goddess' life without the gods;
the arthritic juddering of a pencil after snapping between one's fingers that fell off;
spurs that sympathetically pierce the apple after hearing of the triangles;
wide-brimmed umbrellas drunkenly spiralling down to the epitome of existence -
"Mercy!" screams the provided resolve to them all, rekindling its might and willpower with its insecurity.
"What is the bread but flowers?
If the orchid and the rose would through the solemn winter implore,
Would we lie here in fantastical distrust?
And when the clock is returned unscathed, will you cower in it's presence?
What will it whisper to you, should such words of passion ever exist?"
The sake has been forsaken,
The sole has been consoled;
In which ethereal distrust should this fantasy subside?
For, in ours, I see a merely extinct world.
And the caterpillar has started its pledge across the tapestry again.

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The Starfish

I treasure you, and promise to not conceal
Your eyes, your love, my love, my eyes
I promise forever to never disguise
I promise forever to show you what's real:
Today, how much I truly adore you

And promise me, that in any one dire
Situation, for sure, you'll let me be there
'Cause for you, I'd walk through the fire bare
And promise me, if we ever retire,
That I can still be here for you.

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Dahlia

Let me be your dreamcatcher,
Just as you are mine.
My feathers and my beads,
No longer intertwined.

Let me be your moon,
And you can be my star.
Your sun spots and my craters
Make us what we are.
June 2022

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Untitled

If I swear on my life that both are the same,
Why is one loud and distorted?
The other, just silence, fictitious guidance;
Too gentle for minds too contorted.

The first says I'm needy, but is, itself, greedy,
The second too quiet; it died.
It flew away fast and I asked for help lastly
But it had already passed by.

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January Flower

You keep checking the date,
Like the days can pass in hours.
And you know you'll be bitter if you miss it.
Just keep checking the time you fool.

But the days can pass in hours,
And you keep counting the months,
Because you know that delusion is better than honesty.
You know that the days pass in hours, you fool.

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It's Like ,,,

It's like speaking in a foreign language
With your mother tongue's sentence structure
The words all mixed up
A messed up meaning
With a messed up order.

It's like translating every word into English
From whatever on Earth your mind is saying
Everything nonsensical
Yet making perfect sense to your own eyes. Or ears.
Still, with a messed up order.

I followed that order perfectly well...
As I usually do.

It's like forgetting the difference context makes, 
So context doesnt matter anymore.

It's like forgetting the point of existence,
but you didnt forget, because there never really was a point.
After all, a point is only theoretical
a theory, a lie, an annoying persistence.

It's like forgetting to put the orders of yours into a word sensical.

Det er ligesom forgetting to translate your words into Engelsk
It is like forgetting how to see in true colour.
It's like forgetting how to close your eyes
It's like forgetting how to shut your mouth,

It's like forgetting how to stop writing
I buried the old poem in the sand
And finished this for you, my darling, 'Hank Marvin'
You don't have to understand.

My mind is scrambled
My eyes are sick
Although bleeding a bit from how I tested my own wit.
I bite down now, something drips from one eye
Nobody cares, and neither do I

After all:
They deserved better
And I always felt I was watching the world spin about without me in it.

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Love, love, love

My senses are fragile, I rip out a whisker
Aglow is the firefly in my heart
3rd time lucky --- refuse to restart
On my foot, rejoicing the blister
That stops me from running free.

My skin is thick, though I bleed a bit
Something I've treasured from the start
Is trying to leave, unwilling to part
I share the blisters beneath my feet,
For he shall never run free.

And when the heavens open up to take him in, I'll beg to tag along

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X-Men '97

You took another breath, so i took another risk
Your lips mouthed the words, I could not hear
"Do not go over there, young one"
But I couldn't survive without danger
And neither can you

The strange figure appeared in the dead of night, opposing me
Words emitted from their very essence, way too loud to understand
They smiled. I finally felt understood.

Yet, as much as they understood me, I wish I never learnt to understand them too.
And the words too loud became way too quiet,
And the picture too small became way too big,
And the feelings too different became ...   Normal?

Life would be different from now on.

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It wasn't me

It wasn't me.
I swear, it was her.
The words she screamed seemed very absurd.
I couldn't understand, I don't think I could hear--
Though there I saw words in mind, crystal clear

The rain pours down like a waterfall.
The experienced walk, while new spirits crawl.
The sun shines on, not through, the rain
So all I saw were words of pain.

A crash of lightning, that strange voice booms
The dust is dancing to a silent tune
And though the words she screamed seemed very absurd,
It wasn't me.
I swear, it was her.

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Don't waste my time

The ambush came in back to back
The train that came was right on track
To me, this feels like blasphemy
I won't stay how they wanted me

When I die
Will I leave by their design?
I'm not sure if I'd
wanna know
so
Tell me a lie

To me, this feels like blasphemy
That I can't breathe at all
It's just a waste of time