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Tag: Memory
(A) note on the jar
#writer #poem
Clint E.
i use to wr- i use to post a lot, small moments covered in a scarf or bundles of blankets like a timeline of me. & somewhere along the way i started to take in this negativity that spawned: some from these memories from the dread of time the doubt i have over these dreams.… Continue reading Clint E.
the internet
they wished the worst on you slip and fall into a pool of your own blood streaming from your diseased dreams while your mother chokes on her own shitty unseasoned cooking. all for saying you were excited for Moon Knight.
birth certificate
future sight is inexpensive it only cost me my youth
last day off
last year a shakey handoff (at best) constantly choosing between life and sleep haven’t slept in years when i do; my dreams were a gothic spinoff love interest played by wednesday. black and white lens for thee ending send-off all black molotov (for those who couldn’t be here) with fireworks and a rip off.
Nine lives
infinite amount of chances just gotta take more he told me that before he passed he said you never know what is a bullseye until you shoot.
10 pm
the first night i stayed up hours after playing it back in my head on a projector & my eyes the bulbs every second didnt want to forget the smallest detail
13 blue birds
i paid to be accepted only to be denied fair treatment. singing among the treetops cursed to walk the ground your song only calls the hell hounds.
20-20
ive been writing mostly hiding idk if i like what i see in the mirror but at least i can see
Saint's Muse 