work thoroughly—
genuinely—
because
you do not compromise
on how to be
loved.
– chemistry: order matters
Salt in between my finger tips,
Trickling
Down
Lmaoo
As a host of exes
Are crucified
By oncoming ugliness
Lunacy
Out of touch to reality,
They look
Horrible
While I look like this
It's 11pm, I'm listening to Måneskin and my cat is meowing like a demon but anyway I wrote a poem. Read it, or don't it's up to you.
I emerged out of my cage
I've been doing quite well
I've got to be dismayed
Because I want it all
It started out with an embrace
How did it ever end up like this?
Twas only a simple embrace
My jealousy, it's ferocity turning patrons into the ocean
As I navigate through sick stories
Whilst you choke on your choreographed lies
But tis the price I shall pay
Destiny calls for me
So open up my eager eyes
For I am Mr Brightside
Related to a current meme about why people were more afraid of the women labelled as witches than of the slanderers and murders who killed them… (Another rondelet. I’m having fun with them). That witching vibeIndependent thought? Dangerous!That witching vibe.Patriarchy’s foul diatribeThrills at the thought to injure usHas not a fear of killing usThat witching vibe.
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Já perdi as contas de quantas vezes quis ir embora
Sempre olhava para fora e perdia a hora
Olho o dia acabar e o sonho chegar
Com o que irei, a noite, sonhar?
Sonho com o dia que irei embora
Abrirei as nuvens e olharei o mundo de cima, sem demora
Abro um sorriso largo e abro os olhos com clareza
Vejo a luz do sol e vai-se embora a leveza
Só mais um sonho outra vez e perdi novamente a hora
Só penso no dia que irei embora...
(Odd Antony)
Early morning eco system
A favorite time of day
There was something in a morning
Before the brain fires on all cylinders
Stories are born, with ease, as nothing is forced in morning
Of course the coffee, the heat, the steam
The beautiful nectar
Typing, clumsy, grammar atrocious
More time for more words, but less was better
There is space in the morning, not giving to much away
And so the story goes
Resigned to the hours of suns first light
A character comes to life
Maybe I’ll write about it some day
A tree looked downward,to see the ground was long gone;a sapling no more.
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To be graced by the visage of Antheia herself -
there she stood, a sunflower, a celebration of beauty incomprehensible, crafted in the image of the stars themselves
- I have been blessed to witness her while she blooms
Blood is too
Destroy those who don't appreciate u
Fear doesn’t exist anywhere except in the mind.
-Dale Carnegie
We used to have a rule
“Never go to bed angry”
Now she goes to sleep
Wall facing
And I stay up
Liquor chasing
...
And it’s crazy to think
This is where we ended up
After almost two and a half years
And I think we’ve both had enough
...
No words are ever said
She chooses silence
And I think I’m trying my best
But maybe I need some guidance
...
Like what do you say
When every word is wrong
And she just shuts down
And you sit, waiting so long
...
For any words to come out
Anything at all from her mouth
But she just faces the wall
And so you think “maybe I should just sleep on the couch”
Roll your eyes child
Roll it deep inside your head
Nothing is more interesting
Than that brain of yours.
Swing through it
Swing swing
Just like your mood
Swing up swing down
Swing child
Don’t swing too far
Just far enough.
-Sinligh
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