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laid to sleep
a still corpse pose unalloyed
restless sleep
still weighed by moonlight
i’d give everything!
i’d give everything!
i’d give everything!
i’d give everything!
eyes keep shut
tread softly
in my dreams i still hold you close
mouth sewn shut
speak softly
i can hear you breathing still
i see you
i ache for the way
your body felt when you were above ground when you were
full of life
i am cursed
to recall it every day
scoured my mind
rid this skull
of object permanence
you’re still here
but there is nothing
only warmth where you used to lay
walking corpses of the ones i love
walking corpses of the past i had
walking corpses living memory
death takes swiftly(with no remorse)(drown it/im drowning)
save me once more(from consciousness)(to an end-to an end-to an end)
give me one night’s rest(the awfulness)(i’d give any-i’d give an-i’d give anything)
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harrier du bois
02:52
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a hanging man haunts my dreams
every single night he stares back at me
a twisted face that looks like mine
with mouth wide open and spiteful tongue
it speaks of all the hell i’ve made
for those around me, who know my name
every wrong, inscribed on stone,
hung ‘round my neck like an albatross
damned if i do
or if i don't
what does it take
to know i’ve grown
it's all the same, the only way i know,
keeping all the pain that ive inherited
i must look forward to what i can change,
instead of falling into this wretched bed i made
there has to be a way out,
or else there is no point
damned if i do
or if i don't
(i’ll bury me)
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kim kitsuragi
05:25
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will you tell me about who you were
an oral history of what made you who you are
when you drove fast cars into the sun
you must have been young once, where did it go
a warning light came on this morning
[i let the wheel drift]
i pushed my foot down, hearing the low thrum roar
[swerve into traffic]
i’m looking farther out, my eyes glazed over
[i let the wheel drift, i let the wheel go]
drive up that medium, and into oncoming
[FLOAT]
my short term is failing, so write it all down
the notepad i keep is a secondary brain to me
my primary one is kept so longingly filled
of places i have never seen, of people i will never be
remember (remember) what ive never seen
remember (remember) what i have never known
remembrance i keep in this coat wrapped around me
i let the wheel drift
i let the wheel drift
tell me about that lighting in ht (let the wheel drift)
the way it shifts when you recall (let the wheel drift)
your father’s last words to you (let the wheel drift)
when you were young and afraid (let the wheel drift)
let me go with you
[i am everyone ive never been
i am everyone ive never met]
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human life is trapped for hours
chained to a spot they pick for you
forced to consume, and be consumed
so we can live from hand to mouth
barely made it in this week
i’m falling behind productivity
where will i go if this place lets me go
where can i go for 40 hours (can you call this life?)
i’m calling it in (as far as we know)
the market is set (is this what is right?)
i don’t think we were meant
to live like this no
Take back what they stole
Heads will roll!
(our shackles shake] Break the chains
(living hourly wage] We curse the days
with Unburdened Disdain
(sickened by greed] No profits to take
(feeding on our toil] As sweat beads on brow
(forced to suck up] We shun every hour
(40 hours a week] Until we rise from our graves
Heads will roll!
Heads will roll!
Heads will roll!
Until we rise from our graves
Set fire to their homes and watch
We can’t let them get away with this
It takes so few to start a movement
To shake the old foundations they built
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A thin wry smile below two weary eyes (cry out, cry out)
surrender pain too often felt (failure, failure)
your shaking hand comes to your lips again (drowning, drowning)
ruminate on what you always beg for (solace)
(solace, solace, )
(so lost, so lost, so lost, so lost)
(longing and losing)
(again and again and again)
(Brevity!) Is this how it’ll always be!
(Commemorate!) Someday I’ll remember me!
(We’re wasting time!) The light that goes from my eyes!
(Gethesmane!) For cycles of recovering
Rooted myself to the amber sea floor
trying to find out why the light has gone out
but there’s nothing not memories to find where it went
just cycles of hardship, i’m drowning again
i find it so hard to remember me now
not who i am here, but where i have gone
aging is culling the hope from my heart
and drowning is all i have left i can call
my own, on my own
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iwan Chicago, Illinois
iwan (ee-wan) [verb] to leave something behind • to abandon something • to vacate something
four pairs of glasses from Chicago, IL
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