Tag: loner

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Possessive Eclipse

What will linger when I’m gone
If time erases everything
Are some things meant to stay
I wanna leave an imprint
You’d try to forget me
But where will you ever find a ghost as haunting?
Stitched beneath your skin
A whisper in the bones

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When I Go

Hold my love when I go

Sing him tunes of eternity when I go

Heal him tightly when I go

Bless him while rising when I go

Sow him with peace when I go

Promise new lovers who dance till full

Does it exist I wouldn’t know

What feels real is felt low I am told

Hold my love when I go

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The Wall

A woman staring at a wall

Holds heartships, big time worry

No memory on Wednesdays

Her equilibriums all tired out

She wears and tears the seeds of a woman

She’s been staring at that wall damn near my whole life

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Thirsty

I’ve perished

They told me so

A few times

I’m tongue tied

A thing in the undercurrent

A hole in one

When I woke I was thirsty

An insatiable existence

I know I’ll be punished

I know it’s a sin

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Heavy

I want to be seen through and through

I want to have enough, never stop

There’s pauses in my membrane

I don’t recall the order of fate

How I wish it’d play out

How I pray to erase

Escaping is the back door

Unspoken

I beg my soul to be revoked and

The soul never wanted to carry me anyways

It names me a burden

Dead weight

Hips in heaps of heavy and a bit unsteady

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Haunting

Smokey listeners

Reaching for the shallow limbs of black

They sink and wail to discover life

And so I remain, printed and somewhat flaky 

Together, forested in fictions

I lie to myself when I stretch out of the hopeful comforts

I’m picked as bark

The dog days are quite holy; haunting 

The body was muddy and dug out of void

Being, holy as well

Peer through 

Identify me, then leave me to be, leave me alone

As I grow feral to the moans of cicadas 

I will touch the golden skies in faith

The ones I indulge in and tell stories about

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Black Sheep

I can go anywhere and find home on my skin
Resting in dew
What’s new
When strangers are blue
Sketched and watercolored onto blocks
I’m an iridescent rock with moss
I wrap my locs when I’m around em
Pretend I’m Medusa, not a bit hesitant
And my shadows vow to move exactly how I move
As I pretend to blend in as if I belonged here
I dodge small talk
I know real voices, true hearts
I’ve mastered how to mirror; starting over less foreign than I
I knew I was alright
I was a locust bite, bitter
In the cool hybrid air
I made my way through the stolen
What I gave away could never keep up
My gift was melted and sculpted
Sometimes I’d call it love