Like my poems could carve out chunks of the universe and hand them to you on a platter, I keep hunting between these lines for more time, more light, another night
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30- Landscape of a Heart
I took up residence in a library (of course she did) and I took up writing (of course she did) but mostly I took up the chore these mountain dragons never bothered with
rednuht fo seohcE
But the cycle never stops, the kings and the apocalypses, the hearts and traitors and friends of raiders, do you hear it in the hills
29- lightning
strike fire fight light lead us on to where it’s bright
28- Am I worth it
If I just find one being to treat me nice, that would be enough, right? So why do I have to go on
take a bulkestrok
take me with you on your rebellion of gladness, say hello to the lonely folk and tell ‘em it’s our turn to up and glow
cancer
I’ve often thought of myself as living on the outskirts of society, like a cancer with more self-awareness than the organism itself.
the thing is,
most sapient things I’ve found live this contradiction where they can’t be alone but being not-alone exposes them to all sorts of
how to do the thing
How do the fish people do the thing where they reach out and show somebody they care? Well, I pulled a Dr. Mizto
27- I did the thing
again, where I didn’t write in here for a lot of years, I forget how many exactly. And I did the thing where I turned some things into people (fish, this time,
Jordyn Saelor 