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things I never told you.
some poems feel like water.
this one is more like sand,
and I'm suffocating in the maw
of a desert that was better left
rusting its clairvoyance.
it started one night when I remembered
that I've kept everything you've ever given me:
roses, faces, promises.
I never really understood
how to let things go,
and when the thought of
turning the things you'd touched
away from my doorstep
choked the poetry from my throat,
I realized why.
I keep reminding myself that
I should probably be nicer to you,
but I think you already know
that I'm only capable of being nice
when I'm cornered and out of ideas.
and despite what you claim,
you've never been
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PLEASE READ - about A.I. arts!!! (If you are reading this from my profile page, Please click on this post itself to take you to where you can comment if you'd like to; and to where you can see the link I've provided at the end, here. Thank you). So to keep this short, but so folks will understand where my head is at... I've been on a journey of learning regarding A.I. works; and I've bounced back and forth quite a bit in my opinion of the matter in the past recent months... But after listening to this video that a friend sent me, it opened my eyes so much more and at this point I'm back to being against it - and I'm sure my feelings will remain that way until laws are implemented to recognize and compensate artists' for their hard work, time, sweat, and love that they've put into their work. Nobody should be allowed to just 'take that' from them and use it without their consent; based on a 'technicality', especially, of our copyright laws. To be clear. What they've done is Exploit
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Literature
Ghibli morning
it’s one of those magical days when the clouds are Ghibli-like with their sharp-relief edges and fictitious glowing colors, fluffing and floating and undulating above me, the leading edges slowly overtaking me, galloping on towards the beaming, golden horizon I want to bask in these infinite moments forever, my eyes ever upturned, cheeks stinging from the biting wind, lips trembling with a song yet unsung - a cry not yet given voice
Poetry
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Literature
Tongue Tied Tourniquets
The night you died you stepped into my dreams to say goodbye and I couldn’t get the words out, and none of the pens would work on the scraps of paper I wanted to fill your pockets with, and all I could find was a ripped up journal entry that said “fucking, fuck, fuck, fuck” and we laughed knowingly with a shared look and screamed the words at the abyss as your arm slipped around my shoulder and I leaned into you one last time while you pulled me close. I could smell the cigarettes on your hoodie, face pressed to your chest, and I wanted to whisper “you’re the only one who ever made me feel beautiful”, but I didn’t because I was afraid the moment would shatter, and because I knew you’d have kissed my forehead and whispered back “because you are princess, fierce, and beautiful.” And I’d roll my eyes and murmur “we’re both liars” and you’d hold me tighter as our warmth intermingled breathing softly in my hair “this was never the lie”.
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