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karen
03:11
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I will compare you to a sunrise.
that’s the worst thing I can do-
you burn brightly and envelop
words like flames
name no names-
I will compare you to a sunset.
that’s the worst thing I can do-
the colors of your overwhelming
hidden frailty
little deity-
I will compare you to stardust.
that’s the closest thing I’ll find-
you shatter and collapse most
elegantly, regardless
small kindness-
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2. |
jazzy taps
03:37
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oh god!
this one's getting old now, isn't it? isn't it
but you hear me out like it's the first time
it's a small thing but it is kind
well-
the unfinished sentences and never-ending ellipses
catch in the pocket of my mouth, stretch out until the air is empty conjecture
and the gestures, i- i-
the next time i swear! the next time i swear
a year later's just the same
though now i'm talking to a screen, dreamin' of
punctual rain, hurricane and home-coming--forth
with the words i need- smack, bubble, crack-
what's a better way to say, "will you take me--
uh, wait, no, i'm sorry"
say it right, one, revise and
say it right, two, revise and
say it right, three, i'm trying to
let you know it's still the same for me
say it right, one, revise and
say it right, two, revise and
say it right, three, i'm fine! no, it's nothing, never mind!
how long til
i am uttering my stutter away?
polishing my stance til the face-flush impertenance gives way?
funny how thinking about it seemed sacrilegious
the mistake that made me love myself
and all the little things that changed with each year between us
though the fissues and the faults of my own have grown over, jagged and jarred,
you were, you are, by far
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3. |
lemon water
03:19
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rife across
space it sprawls
out and up and in like a mountain top-
the split wide, a note that won't bend right
the dissonant high of 'better than,' whether, then,
i take it to heart or not- hold on, i'm still sleeping down here with the light on
needy at the end of my candle
burning bright and greedy in the worst way possible-
least plausible that, pitiful i, and complete you-
isn't it scary to feel?
isn't it all just a little bit weird?
fear is a mirror-shaped bogeyman
foiling my plans with the best intentions
finger hovering on enter, never really ever
feeling all that clever, ever, really, rather
tenuous begets hesitance, hot arching fever of uncertainty
my auxiliary Fe, well
eats you whole, doesn't bother to pick it's teeth
the wide and gaping sharp unsubtleties
soft in all the ways i don't wanna be
not in the places you don't see
and i saw myself
it was an eyesore, but i couldn't find another way
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4. |
a metaphor (flowerpot)
04:18
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what i broke i can't fix
smashed flowerpot, obscured from sight
though windowed pillars bright and thick
no decay in oath or conviction, we become ghosts
echoes held up with still grim arms
as the answer comes in waves--
what i broke i can't fix
seven stories and my hands
to push the thought away, pathetically
a last resort of self-defence
the lives grown-
vines from
menagerie of consequences to lessons that i've yet to learn
through bleak and weary thoughts, the dilapidated rocks below-
finality i didn't want to know
as though there were escape from a freshly orphaned fate so deliberate
i deliver myself from grief and hindsight
and for a time, at least,
i'd never felt so
with your eyes closed you won't see your hands shake
take a step back, you can't see the landing
it's a flimsy way to cope, but i'll take the bait
no decay in oath or conviction
i can't say it, no, i can't
consequences to lessons that i've yet to learn, and
i can't say it, no, i can't
as though there was something that i could've done different,
i can't say it, no, i can't
i can't say it, no, i can't-
what good is saying what i can't
in the guise of a metaphor about a plant?
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