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Flimsy watercolor dreams that
can be erased with a few teardrops
cannot make you feel alive,
but my chest was so hollow that
even a dying star was enough
to set my eyes alight
can be erased with a few teardrops
cannot make you feel alive,
but my chest was so hollow that
even a dying star was enough
to set my eyes alight
Literature
Dream a Reach
unsilence the words
that your tongue
can't find or form
sing something new
sing an angel's wing
from tongue to sky
shake the undone and fly
like a dead jesus
(like me)
i speak in tongues
less true than infinite
because, universally
we dream unguided
only between
the eras and acts
that we hold up
as our crowning
drowning
achievements
(before we can fly)
i burn another pocket
into the side of the fire
inhabitable, but captive
i put my hand in
my life in
and faith, i pound you
into every hole
and cosmic pore
between atoms and reactions
(so i can fly)
a broken sky
has dropped its fire
over eternity's shipwreck
and i sweat
alien notes, tem
Literature
Watercolour child
(you told me that a person’s favourite colour was a reflection of their character.)
When I was young I loved that bright
shade of purple that glows with an
undertone of warm creamy pinks. My
grandfather would buy me ornaments
of fairies dressed in yellow tulip dresses,
cyan wings pressed into their shoulders
and I wanted to live in a kaleidoscope.
Home was warm, my walls light blue and
my favourite colour purple. Purple like my
laugh, purple like my mother’s high heels,
purple like the post-sunset sky.
When I grew older, I was washed out like
mixing watercolour paints. The men came and
went, taking the brightest shades with the
Literature
Postcards
You send me
bits and pieces of your world
in too bright postcard pictures
with no return address
A world of plastic cutout landscapes
garish with artificial perfection
and scribbles of hurried platitudes
I wish you would come home
and stop holding who you are
at arms length
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That dream was dying to begin with,
but it made me feel so alive.
That dream was dying to begin with,
but it made me feel so alive.
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Lovely piece dear, I've hit that +watch button! 