Underground

A persistent Hard-shelled beetle Has been trying to enter My ass-hole
Cherry

Spend my days writing remedies

"I keep a pen and paper near because I don’t have you and maybe that doesn’t mean anything. Or perhaps I’m just to reluctant to let go,"

something to erase

i'd like something to erase all the happiness you caused me all the nirvana we caused us so that you become someone a faceless entity that doesn't hurt me doesn't burn me anymore

worlds conquered.

i wish oh god i wish... i wish i never fell in love with you. i stand tall proud, and un-nerved i stand free buildings demolished babylon rejuvenated worlds conquered.
Cherry

The Temple of the Feathered Serpent

—There are flowers That fall In the place Of light There are gardens That glow On the clouds Of night—

Thoughts and feelings

A poem written whilst thinking about a friend who unfortunately self harms

My Late Quote of The Week :))))

about stresses of life.

Surface Tension

Skimming out across the surface, Leaving it unmarked, unchanging. Letting time slip right by, floating On the surface as my steps can Only dent the meniscus of Every moment like that summer
Cherry

Girls Like Me

I don’t know what it was; the age-gap thing, perhaps...

Blind Digger

Heavy earth on my shoulders, like the tide. A soft cave was my home, like Play Dough. My hands were broad and curved, like a shovel. I created a network of tunnels, like veins.

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