1. 1 year ago 

   A Poem (the “finished” one)

   Coconut Water exists in my World

   I need this

   This is a tragic city of paradise

   You and I are domesticated puppeteers

        Let’s play with souls

   I feel the heartbeats echo somewhere between my ribcage and brain

   Twist the marionette

   Spiral it real tight 

         Let it go

   Watch the pandemonium unfold

   And let due nature take its course

   And dance

         Of course

   Lets you and I spin the world like a top

   Because we are giants

   And we can spin

          You and I

           Me

   “Lets be sad today”

   You dwindle down upon your knees afraid of the ensuing noise

   A quiet life is all you want to hear at this fraction

   I tell you “get me an icicle”

   You do

   I wrench it behind your eyeballs

   Fear is harmony wearing a mask

   But it’s as real as an abstract dance party

   Honey-suckling lips in the distance we can reach if we follow death’s trap

   Take me giant hand scarred by the marionettes of the past

   Leave this dust behind, I tell you

         We can be new. We can be fresh. We can be dripping in honey.

   Nothing can be new if it exists

   Everything is beautiful

         eventually

   We will never adjust to the timeline with strings rotating above

   You wanted this, I remind you

   This day of quiet realization

   This pool of grief we are wad

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