Was blocked on Twitter. But no words were said. I’m terrible at taking hints. I’m hoping your mad or its a mistake. Or something even less likely. Please talk to me. Tell me what is going on.
Poems
Thanks for fucking with me universe
Got my passport in the mail.
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No story
No story posts until I finish this slow inward collapse
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Blackout
My one link to her severed. I’m eviscerated, empty, destroyed. Hoping it is some kind of mistake, some kind of error. Clinging to that hope, but fearing, fearing it’s not.
Maybe I’m too much, too intense, too romantic, too everything. I don’t know. I never know, until I’ve gone too far. Said one thing too much.
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Wonder what is going on
Can’t send a Message, blocked. It’s like the bottom fell out.
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Missing you
I’m not sure how I do this but I’m missing you.
Somehow, I’m missing your kiss.
Missing your touch.
Missing the feel of your hand in mine.
Missing your voice and your thoughts.
Missing you, though we’ve never touched
But somehow
I’m missing, yearning,
needing with a sense of longing
a sense of being homesick.
You are my home, my heart, my love
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Waking up
Waking up
I find myself thinking of you
the thought of you stretching as you wake
the simple pleasure of seeing your consciousness flood into you
beautiful
welcoming you to the day
welcome my love
welcome my heart
welcome
welcome
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Clouds part the night sky
And when the shadows bleed away
I’m left with all I want to say
These tattered dreams
these hopes made clear
bound down and weighted by all I fear
(note: not about anyone. I love you, GMH.)
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Summer heat
The car sits in the desert sun. Windows shut the air takes on a quality not unlike flame. Into this heat, I sit down. Car off, no ac, just silence and heat. The pain of the heat making me aware of the feel of my skin becoming taught. The heat eases the tension out of my body. A tension I am holding onto, even after this forced relaxation. Something only alleviated by you. A word. A picture. And this heat bringing me back around, heartbeat rocking my chest. Air becoming harder, heavier. The butterfly crush of your lips to mine as we plunder each other, tongue finding treasure with each touch. Desire made tangible with the pressure of the heat.
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Nightshade
There is a bloom that grows
In shades and shallow groves
It smells of wildness and woes
But still it blooms
And still it grows
I’ve found this bloom on nights awander
Where minds do flit and emotions ponder
And sleeping now, I grow to wonder
Where it goes when all do slumber
Perhaps of self, it is agleam
Or bound in burrow, in silt of stream
It grows and bursts, along its seams
To reveal the goddess,
The goddess
of dream
Pelgris 