Infinite Semantic Satiation

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Infinite Semantic Satiation

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Sitting somewhere on my suitcase, forgetting what the values of a home are.

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Haemorrhage

This is a round-up,
This is a low flying panic attack,
This is a light at the end of the tunnel,
This is a haemorrhage.

Throw everything into the bonfire,
Let it light and flow like wind,
Shoot those messengers down,
And burn the damn witch.

This dance you show it's
Like a weapon of mass destruction,
Of self defense, Against all
That's now and forever.

Devoured by that timeline
that you initially fought, and thought,
And brought to my attention.
To finalise your affection.

This is a round-up,
This is a tremoring, homeless thought,
This is a blackening of the eyelids,
This is a haemorrhage.

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Everybody's Gone to Rapture

Something kept me standing,
Watching the dull impression you left.
Always thought we came to an understanding,
But in some ways, we committed the worst kind of theft.

That's to love,
The light,
That flutters away every night,
Some distant relative,
Of your (pillow)talking fright.

You said to sink, and swallow,
Every last drop,
Of insatiable rum,
Until it carves it's name into you,
And opens up shop.

I listen, I ran, and
I never backed away.
So tell me why, "above-all-else"
Did the apocalypse happen today?

If the rapture had happened,
Why is the sky blue?

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A Seraph Once Said

A Seraph once said,
“Here lies the greats,
The last of their kind - buried in ash,
Now and forever connected by fates.
And as all that debris settled,
Around the whispers’ catacombs,
The air whipped around and weltered,
Leaving the decaying earth their home.

You confused the stars,
Now they’ve gone and forgotten to shoot,
With your words and images of what will never be ours,
They fall, just like the seraph rebuked.
But still some live and fly,
Like something carrying it’s wings
While the onlookers weep and cry,
The end of this tyranny, begins.”

A Seraph once said,
“Collect the stars, and put them all in the right place,
Because there’s no difference between a star around here,
And up there in interstellar space.”

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Angel Diary

Re-meeting an old kind of lonely,
Tears on rips on the canvas, look closely,
With my teeth and front against this pavement,
Knees and neck for some displacement,

The clock hands wave me out of place,
Rushing in and out of space, space, space.
I care if I’m guilty.
I care if I’m guilty.

I’ll take some of it with me,
There’s something in this sunshine, I swear,
Our bodies closer, matching keys,
God made you somewhere.

To the stars,
Above the skies,
Your way,
Our way.

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Anywhere, Elsewhere
Without any kind of humour to hold a chokehold on my tone,
I really do think it’s best and that you ought to know,
If you really must die, I’ll envy the earth that wraps around your body,
Though don’t let me lose those eyes that saw the beauty in me.

Tell me why your hands are cold, sunshine,
Have the winding winters of begotten loneliness been this unkind?
But don’t worry, I’ve got you, just take some deep breaths,
And let’s walk down this path warm-handed, to the next.

I don’t remember how or why I found you here,
I can only hope the universe answers my tears,
Yet no path, no hope, no blood upon this snow,
Can truly heal my woes.

But it’s unlike me to care so much,
Whether I’m using time lost as an excuse or a crutch.
That person you wish to become, I know you’ll make it through,
Because the real truth that lingers on the tongue…

Is you’ll figure this out, but I’ll always be worried about you.

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Streetlamp Lullaby

Tell me where you are,
Across a thousand night skies I’ve pondered.
I’ve checked the attic, houses, streets and car,
Still not a clue to where you’ve wandered.

Tell me, you think it’s all in your head?
But you still wonder when your last breath’ll be,
Though you just need the bathroom, some water and to sleep in bed,
So that space in the socratic skyline isn’t all you’ll come to see.

Tell me your biggest fear,
Because it changes like the seasons,
Is it to forget to pass on that bouquet of forget-me-nots, dear?
Or to finally run out of immortal reasons.

Tell me, what do you seek?
Because I’ve lost my ways to justify,
To find heaven on earth, your chances will be bleak,
Though I suppose you’ll never tell me why.

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This Doomsday

You never got there,
It never stopped,
And by doomsday,
Maybe these inhibitions will rot.

Push and pull,
Never ended up working,
So you left the light on,
Hoped they’d return by morning.

No more warnings,
No such thing as doubt,
No more warnings,
No more words to shout.

An apocalypse didn’t solve it?
Maybe a second one will,
But this doomsday will come,
And your worries’ll leak, desecrate, and kill.

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Like a tattoo

I feel no certain way,
Performing with foreign strings as final seasons grow.
In a place surrounded by faith and mud,
Left your attitudes and mannerisms,
Like a lost pet poster and an age old enough to understand.

What’s left is an ash tray,
Exclusive to herbal cigarettes, now lest of
Looping semantics, pixie dust, new moons, false idols.
I find peace in you. And the lack of you.

It's not about the rain,
The cold water's fine.
For love I'm blind,
For you I'd mind.

I come to forget the way of speaking in front of deities,
As I do not chose to interlope in your fever dreams.
But I still wait around,
Like a tattoo.

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Orange

My sister dyed her hair orange, and I love it.
It reminded me, that no matter how much someone says you are/aren’t x,
It only matters what you believe you are; y.

So as I lay back down in the snow and sand,
Still confused and fused to some round-house’d idea that I’m here and alive.
And that the devil lurks in the details of whatever he can get his perfect, lipstick-stained hands on.

But you need to know and understand,
You gotta do yourself a favour and experience yourself.
And it’s only gonna happen, if you let it, and if you don’t let yourself dye your hair every once in a while.

My sister dyed her hair orange, and the fog’s lifted.
Past all this, and the whatevers that comes after,
She probably doesn’t care much about the lines and chords I set in between.
Because she’s still taking care of herself, and I’ve got my flowery tops, and her hair’s still orange

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Cosmic, Atomic, Et Cetera

I think he'll figure it out, if he can't find you,
I don't know if he should.
A sun that sets in circles, red to blue,
Phases, phases, and phases, and more for the truth.

Under my skin, undermined,
Wrapped in your arms, moss and grass,
No phone case, I let it crack,
Some things are never meant to last.

You skipped work and he stayed in,
You asked how it would end,
We had only just met,
We were loving in arcane, no holding back

Out of touch, out of sync each day,
Rough signs in the bluffing escapades,
EYE FOR AN EYE, each time it changed,
Went ahead of you to throw it all away.

You weren't born to be hurt,
So button up your wallet and skirt,
You weren't born to have no love letters
You were born to be cosmic, atomic, et cetera

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Sitting somewhere on my suitcase, forgetting what the values of a home are

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FIN

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