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staring up at the sun
03:09
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deflate
into a shallow bowl of pudding
i canโt think straight
cause iโve been swooning & i wouldโve
let my mind rewindย
for the one millionth time
to find the ending doesnโt deviate
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sliced limes
were all strewn across the tableย
i donโt feel fineย
because the heimlich is unable
to clear out the dust
and now the candleโs snuffedย
my voice box tumbling off the balcony
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tangled up at the start
my insides crumbled apartย
beg a dim veneer to flicker brightly
anything i could do
would just revolve around you
staring up at the sun & wincing slightly
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sticky note
02:51
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a rolled-up magazine smudged beyond belief
a crease that runs straight down the seam
1 scrap stuck in between
i found out of the blue, a sticky note from you
the sparkly gel pen lines still gleam & shine just ever slightly
a t-shirt in a dream
the wrinkled threads & seams that trace the shapes of hosta leaves
embroidery blue streams
small circles dot the i's & to no surprise
i've long since lost the context
9 scrawled lines that lost their meaning
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it came so clear to me
tumbling out of a magazine
handwriting shade of mint
adhesive line has lost its stick
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canโt recall the setting now
i think the moon peeked down
between the curtains
an appendage
to the lampshade by the couch
small circles dot the i's & to no surprise
i've long since lost the context
9 scrawled lines that lost their meaning
๐
it came so clear to me
tumbling out of a magazine
handwriting shade of mint
adhesive line has lost its
stick around & you wouldโve seen
the lines all lose their patent sheen
all crinkled up, light shade of green
on the sticky note you left for me
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cherry pit
03:05
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that was us on the jumbotron
cherry pit in a napkin on the ground
canโt pretend that thereโs nothing wrong
gotta shake the bad, bad feeling
iโm alone on the walk back home
see my breath kinda linger in the air
the eclipse was awhile ago
found the vase shattered in pieces
๐๐
and thatโs the reason why oh why
iโll lie & say iโm fine
but i donโt want to waste my time
inside my head perceiving
that's the reason why
heartbeat racing all the time
and i donโt want to go outside
my moods are always fleeting
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slippery plate
02:59
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iโm staring at the sink
iโve got no time to think before the
shards and bits all chip around & bounce straight back at me
adrenaline kicks in
i think iโm gonna die
thereโs dogs still barking at
the fireworks all popping off outside
๐ฝ๏ธ
said a curse on the slippery plate
my friends kept my head on straight
whatโs this about? ...like donโt freak out
but you wonโt believe me
๐ง
catch me out with the spool and thread
existential dread
instrument of pain clattering the drain
like you wonโt believe me
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plant
02:23
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sighing deeply
and my brainโs buffering
pacing, reeling
writing out in cursive ๐๐๐ป๐ป๐๐๐พ๐๐
splintered saltines
still suspended in the cellophane
got a feeling
said no thanks
๐ง๐ฑ
every plant in here is thirsty
iโm not the same
iโm not the same
strength to care varies inversely
iโm not the same
Iโm not the same
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6. |
hall of mirrors
02:14
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a floodlight in the void
iโm minorly annoyed
i didnโt see through this before
the rugโs pulled out beneath me
walking on eggshells
iโm trying not to dwell
on minor points, a sense of self
a bleak surrounding
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the hall of mirrors cracked
i canโt stop looking back & then
refracting what you said
when the shards rained all around me
the ceilingโs caving in
the elevator slid down to the ground floor, sparkling
and the shards rained all around me
โจ
a tepid chain of sparks
a spotlight in the dark
the heirloom on the ocean floor
faรงade breaks down around me
unflattering lights
onset of stage fright
with frozen peas held on my head, i sweat profusely
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poltergeist
02:20
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tossing and turning for weeks
the faucet still drips and it leaks
iโm falling asleep to the sound of the creaks
& the blink of the smoke alarm
glancing out my bedroom door
a jam lid is circling the floor
iโm frozen in place and all of time & space
has been brought to a wicked crawl
fumbling up for the light
tumultuous bumps in the night
are rattling the walls & thereโs sounds in the hall
i canโt seem to make out just right
๐ฏ๏ธ
branches tapping all the windowpanes
trucks are shifting on the expressway
endless scroll until my eyeballs strain
online videos of calming rain
๐ธ๏ธ
a vacuum is running upstairs
imagining things that arenโt there
the headlights peer in as all traffic veers into a dimly lit restaurant
heartbeat is stuttering quick
the ominous hum of the fridge
iโm frozen in place and all of time & space
has been brought to a wicked crawl
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no ladder
04:13
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i wish my thumb was pushing up your glasses
& we were wading through inflated clouds
past the planes & the forgotten frisbees
& thereโs no ladder that could get us down
๐ง๏ธ ๐
stick & poke of a dracula
ice cubes clinking up against the glass
buying aspirin at the rest stop
ten oโclock on the digital display
sparks flying on a weekend
thereโs no ladder that could get us down at all
throwing rocks in the deep end
thereโs no ladder that could get us down at all
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eyelash
02:43
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fell flat
wishing on an eyelash
decline & let it go to voicemail
eyes locked like i never knew before
beamed back from the automatic door
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telescope on my face
i might eat a bunch of chips when iโm all alone
a bunch of jumbled up shapes
dissolve into nothing
obfuscated in the dense steam
particles that float around
squeezed out all the artificial tears
drip drop, bleary eyed
๐ญ
a blank piece of paper
dust from an eraser
perpetual screen saver
๐จ
telescope on my face
a bunch of jumbled up shapes
obfuscate me
dust inside a sunbeam
blurry silhouette inside the mirror steam
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magic 8 ball
02:39
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when the window starts to clear
tell me what i wanna hear
as the swishing sounds begin
and the bubbles reach the rim
with the foam a shade of blue
and it still feels like a bruise
just a hazy souvenir
when the letters appear
๐ฑ ๐ญ
and the magic 8 ball said
concentrate, try again
what if it misunderstood
cause the outlookโs not so good
when the bubbles reached the rim
inscription crystal clear
a delusional quick look
cause the outlookโs not so
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11. |
bad bouquet
03:14
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a plastic comb and bad bouquet
try to find the words with nothing left to say
a sunscreen lid
an old receipt
gonna right click & hover over delete
thought spirals start to embed
Friday the 13th, out alone again
my flimsy words tangled in thread
the sewing machine up inside my head
๐ฌ ๐
my throat raspy, nothing to say
a long exhale face down on a duvet
spaced out at the laundromat
the machines drown out words i havenโt said
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12. |
missing shapes
03:58
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saccharine & uptight
itching all the bug bites
i wanna pace around the room
while you say
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empty space
missing shapes
๐จ
breathe deep
poignancy
not asleep staring at the ceiling
ill-matched
memory lapse
stark contrast woven in the feeling
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fishing in a tote bag
peeling up the price tag
iโll bend the pull tab off my drink
while you say
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