Vassalage

Vassalage

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I once conversed with a woman so difficultly soulful, that even Her breath smelled like incense. (The kind that monks use to honor Their deceased gods, calling them back in endless Effects and seamless attempts.) That, too, is how she mourned at her dorm room, all alone, With nothing but fog for company, some times the moon-glow, Nothing but sorrow to share, and sorrow to impart. When she sings, she puts all the world's divides to rest. All the frostbites burning her insides calm by simple Clawing at the audience. Closes her tunes into the restless, Subjugates with a kind of devilish ...Read more

Esteem

Esteem

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Glory be to the gods at their highest– I am most high when on top of you. I have doubts, too– millions of them, more than I can count in three lifetimes. I couldn't. Struggled 'gainst the wall and the paintings hung– they seem to bleach the world with their visage. Lurk the iron where works combust and, battleships, they Sailed right throughout– quite quietly magnifico, taking breaths 'n talkative fuss. I wish I were as expensive as these scrapped works of our auteurs, Even dolls, they are auctioned at higher rates, Even memoirs, even vass– even decorative plates. Do we all e ...Read more

6 P.M. Dawn

6 P.M. Dawn

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a reply to Kei's 6 A.M. Dusk, which you can read via this link. Yes, #Keithan, rise. RIIIISE. 🙌🏾 💛💚🏾 We are undeniable but you feel like a headache. Jesus Christ! Ease down on them seasonal metaphors, man! You put me down like I'm some sort of forecast, but I am swollen, legged, encased and embalmed, feet concrete and metric of spades. We're all just semi-adults trying to fucking function but I can't stop thinking about you and I don't know what to do with it. I imagine your days more eventful than they actually are, while I I danced with the dragons, and mighty we ...Read more

Boys of the Dirty Summer

Boys of the Dirty Summer

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The everards and statuettes are shorter and the blackness bright Being this cozy made me think everything in the worlds again was right, even sight As I whine on wine by the hot tub, the anatomy of flight Ne'r been confident in relationships, sure, am just fearing what you'll find Tell the beach all the sorrows, tell the beach all your kind –Ness and nest next by the terrace with printed shorts and shirts on the fly The dust settles 'yond the crevice, pref'rring chairs and tuxes dry As lavenders filth the room like gas'line, moss and kite ignite As I I beg to be wrong, as I beg in th ...Read more

My Summer At The Neverlands

My Summer At The Neverlands

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Take Aim

Take Aim

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Talking is futile 'cause talking is cornering. We reward petty behaviors with claps, showy 'nd steady. We like the good things but we like the bads as well. Act as rebels, as modern day bohemians, and dandyists on Wednesdays. We make our own caricatures because now we know ourselves and how can we not? Stress-obsessed on the plink tobaccuzzi, and it bubbles at the hoops of our trunks. If only we could love ourselves like we love our talkie box and our voyeur veneers. Loving ourselves is cool but hating ourselves is cool, too. It's normal now. Because we are all aware about it, yes? Lo ...Read more

Travels Uno

Travels Uno

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Down at the marina I marveled at men surprised by fish So I asked their youngest Why He stared at me, the fool, and said "Mister, just because there's water There isn't always Life" ...Read more

Cyanide-laced gum

Cyanide-laced gum

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1.) He's mature for my age, With intensity he can dial up And back on a whim. The ease you can smell A thinking doily by Pacing alone. He never overextends his Smiles to seconds, he Could waste into darkness. Dankness, glum, like goth-like, moth-like, om-like Spitting at the toilet lights and caught Up with the world I don't want To have to carry the name of a family That hovered 'bove me like citadel of self-appointed Characteristically uncaring gods, I'd rather Pour molters onto scabs insidious, I'm serious I want a life lived inconsequential. I want one less reminder of fa ...Read more

Disparity

Disparity

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In middle school, we learned of Patience We hung around, fragile as we are Ate our lunches loud and Quiet Sometimes, and Often we heard the blow Off the chalk dust right back into chalkboards As we deemed ourselves giants In the making, the O'-so sillies I hardly thought about the times when I couldn't fall asleep as a youngling For as an adult, things weren't very Different We lumbered into foursomes, into tiny groups, into Chunks Did we do our parents justice by becoming what we are now? I wonder And during the high days of the water, No And during the cold caress of the Fe ...Read more

Into The Quiet

Into The Quiet

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Go Face The Girl Music

Go Face The Girl Music

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Axe Unground

Axe Unground

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Brown As Fuck

Brown As Fuck

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Is it weird how every color Bounces off your face And it's perfect Are we not yet tired of campaigns campaigning, telling Beauty equals lighter Skin Fuck them They have no Soul to burn I will not let The body inherited become The statement and mockery of another It is as mine as yours is yours It is for me to love as much as you love yours It is with passion and pride I carry it as passionate and as pround as you catwalk with yours Brown is the skin of my mother Brown is the skin of my father Brown is the skin of their home town They are quite proud of that Brown is the skin ...Read more

I Am Not Collateral Damage

I Am Not Collateral Damage

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Your identity is not Commodity We roam today in hallways emptier but tomorrow Will have to take another To keep us all in check – O', the sad cylindrical Life we choose Your identity is not Their recurring joke; nor faithless, faceless punch line It is laid out in front of Comfort and Vigilance Anonimity and Autonomy, both your maidens It is not for shrills in the dark To take into the public's fight if you do not want it there Yes, the claw of Nyx and all her lovers, they bide in time But they, and we, and you, and I, are not collateral damage We are not the aftereffects of ro ...Read more

Perhaps The Valley Prior

Perhaps The Valley Prior

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If you ask me to draw a more tragic figure, I would draw Kei's face because Kei knew how to torch the desert Kei knew how to level a forest Kei knew how to unearth every old tree in the Socotra and hunt the wildest witches of the east, west, north, and south he was a wolf with a wolf hunter's face a hyena, a hummingbird, a masked crow and he lived alone in this big mansion, big as his heart can be but just as empty… I guess I wanted to fill it up with decoratives that would just clash with the white curtains, and curtains, and curtains just because I could I repeatedly stum ...Read more

 
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