Get Out Of Blood Network
get out of blood network
How long do you keep pumping them out of your blood through writing,
Only for them to loiter by your veins and come right back in?
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my songs are going to come true
and one by one, each one of you, too,
Try to relinquish my thoughts, but what would that do?
a songstress with something on her mind,
and nothing to fall on top of behind,
trying to patch things that never were, or never was
doesn't matter if it never takes off
because all of this will always be enough.
everything I catch
is a relic of my past
leaving things alone
until they rot and turn to stone;
in another memory they'll go
-s's.
carry me to the test
you have a dragon fire breath
you, with the light
and it shone through just in time
-s's.
your secret I become
-s's.
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.
saturated acid oscillations
falling down and stumbling around
down spiral steps
a rising swarm
metric distortions
white noise whispers
ice skate stepping
outdoor silk and indoor rain
inside outside
down is up
it's all ok alright ok
sit down and breathe
the body
seldom do i look at my reflection in the mirror and see what i want to see.
but your eyes are blinking. your lips are moving. your lungs inhale and exhale. your heart beats.
know that thirty trillion cells make up your body. know that one trillion antibodies are fighting to keep you alive. know that stardust flows in your blood and makes you beautiful. so, so beautiful.
i love you because you’re alive.
i hope you love yourself, too. for being alive.
— no. 18 of @nosebleedclub's january prompts.
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
a high up spaceship light blinking rudely at night
-you are.
I can twist what I see of you,
attach myself to
a detached empathy warfare life
my weapon of choice is a dream I can turn you into
you are a spaceship way up high
blinking rudely at night
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