There's A Slope That I'd Die On, After I Fell Hard,
there's a slope that i'd die on, after i fell hard,
voice of honey silk that wraps you in
I tried to get up, I couldn't have stopped,
but now I'm stranger than I ever was
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Good to me
I stare into a space where I’ve outrun myself from
It feels too good, I feel it should be worse and less welcoming
but it is honey
engulfing me,
Above me, beneath me, is
a coat of faux fur, a distant melody, and somebody else's warm wish and stolen dream.
an orchestra of stars
the strings start tuning. the
notes dance in disarray until
they find their rhythm, and i
raise my hands to direct the
stars that blink in unison.
~K.T.
what’s meant for me will come out of you
what’s been ignored is the bitter truth
what’s the deal with my indifference?
I should decorate this innocence
with roses
-s’s.
until the day
this day Summer resurrected from her grave Once again the wind sends the birds that dissolve into dust Sending thoughts northward This is the coldest tear you’ll ever shed Sparks rip your wells to puddles Stars fall on the floor When it starts happening You realize you don’t like it anymore
Why don’t we just set off? nothing we do will be enough.
if you ever were the real deal
Then I would have known it by now
Your nightmare, it will haunt
Never seemed like me, never indeed
one lifeless dream, one breath ceased, empty
Forest Speaks
what is it and
how is it going to happen?
I don't recall, being all that I want
You swing and fall off the trees
I'm just a small world, holding you in store
I don't want more fern, when I have you
Listening to a sound I could never make
and crying loud, and staying awake
I never have to leave myself again
I never have to put you out, again
-s's.
wither. candle
descend into madness, now,
nothings going to change, but who wants to stay the same
flame, I'll feel your glow,
but you're insane
touch me, little flame
maybe I'll know
I take advantage of this illusion
If it is so
I’ll take apart my delusions
That once buried me into where I lay
And now I sing everyday
so be it.
-s's.
She is a glowing beauty, pink glass petals crack and refract aspects of different potentialities, an endless intermingling of what if realities reflected in a shimmering crystal flower in a jar in a fairytale that I tell myself.
-2023
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