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[sincerelysharon]

The worst thing about knowing is the unknowing. The forgetting, the body remembering the before and not the after, clinging to things you thought you had unlearned. The unknowing is the worst because it comes with the knowing, the sharp sting of understanding yet falling into the same rhythms. As if one needs to be undone all over again, as if we are defined by making the same mistakes over and over and over again. Stitching and unstitching, on and on, never beyond.

flyaway hairs, a child’s painting with all the sense of innocence and none of mastery, the sip of ice cold water down a parched throat, the light brown of thai milk tea // archaic remains 78

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[empyrean01]

white sand, waves crashing on the shoreline, wind blowing from the west i decided to allow the sand to drown my feet as i walked across the shore appreciating the tranquility in the air, i lingered in a spot once in a while to rejoice in the breezy weather with the sound of waves splashing and the 1975’s fallingforyou

for a moment i got lost in the ocean’s ethereal beauty and i envied the moon for being able to see it everyday, i lingered there as the moon vowed its love for the ocean wishing i could do the same to you but i knew better than to break my own fragile heart like that as unfortunately the feelings aren’t reciprocal

i looked down catching the moment where the waves kissed the shore over and over again more passionately each time as if it were its last time every time and it reminded me of the endless love i had to pour all over you if only you’d let me

snapping back to reality i realized it was foolish of me to turn that euphoric moment into a melancholy one so i continued walking with you on my mind still i thought of how impeccable this moment would be with your presence just you, me and the ocean...

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[thenightlyowl]

the phoenix

burn myself to the ground for a better world and the next phoenix rises from the ashes

Copyright © Daniel Reiss 2018

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[sincerelysharon]

sometimes, i wonder where my Anger is. she has left me alone for so long now. i think surprisingly, i miss her.

your favourite green sweater stained by coffee, a pale blue ceramic candle holder. the chalky aftertaste of iced hong kong milk tea, the smell of burning plastic // archaic remains 77

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[sincerelysharon]

i had always thought that winter fuelled my written words; that the coldness, the bitterness of wind and hail were the driving force of my writing. but i found myself without words this winter, without words for a very long time. this October sunshine, they somehow sludged their way back to me and i'm surprised that it is not winter but spring herself who now compels my words. she softens the font, the typeface, the punctuation, and all of a sudden by a sunny spot by the Yarra River, the words storm my mind all over again.

cold bottled water, crocheted poppies on a light blue cardigan, the smell of mint and eucalyptus in the air and soft grass brushing bare ankles // archaic remains 79

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[sincerelysharon]

cream painted, sunset dreamt, outlined in gold. my shadowy shelf, soft tender limbs, dreaming of living in a castle in the sky. shifting, sand like figure, sugar crystalline. i loved her, this shadowy self in this golden hour. she was so lovely, a daffodil growing in the weeds, everything i wanted. mirrored hallucination, sunbeams streaming and milk pearl dresses. i could never be that soft, even as i continue to dream to be. sun outlined, golden streamers in my hair, i'll forever be steeped in my half self.

scuffed leather boots, lipstick remains on wine glasses, soft blue blouses with ivory flower buttons and a dirty iced chai cooling in a green marbled cup. // archaic remains 80

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[sincerelysharon]

I wonder if there are any poems left in me. They seem to have dried up, hollowed me out and fled.

the crunch of tree bark under your boot, the taste of eucalyptus in the air after heavy rain and the ache at your temples after a long day at work // archaic remains 71

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[sincerelysharon]

The call for softness seems to have left me some time ago but like an echo, remains somewhere lodged below the breast. Perhaps, it's that disregard of it that has turned it sour, preserved and changed from what it once was.

looping a song on repeat until the notes vibrate around your head, bleached highlights trailing the wooden floor. soft fluorescent lights glowing in the dark, the scent of green tea incense smoking // archaic remains 72

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[sincerelysharon]

And if I told you that in this life and the next and all the ones past and all the ones to come, that this was how it was always meant to be, would it change anything? Would you still try be the person you are right now? I wonder about that a lot... about how fatal we can be to ourselves. We carve, we etch, we mark, and never once does it feel like we are creating. How disappointing.

the fraying lace trim on your blouse, dried flowers in a vase. the smell of chai brewing on the stove, a forgotten red velvet scrunchie perched on a dusty windowsill. // archaic remains 76

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[sincerelysharon]

some memory in the blood; longs, knows, wants  Home.

steam rising from a bowl of warm rice, pickled radish garnishes and the smell of frying shallots. the long goodbye etched in wood, an echo in the wind too long gone // archaic remains 73

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[sincerelysharon]

This is all too delicate to be said right now. All too delicate... all too much. There is dust surrounding your past, your present and your future. Too much of it trickling through, rusting gold jewellery and turning the apples sour. There is only so much sweetness, only so much tenderness one can give. I'm sorry, I can't help you anymore, I can't forgive you anymore, I can't anymore.

journals filled with glitter gel pen illustrations of girls with flowing long hair, a cardboard box filled with dog eared books, rain sprinkling slightly, cold soy milk down throats // archaic remains 87

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[sincerelysharon]

"do you still write?" the factual answer is i do. but the answer i give is a scoff and a sinking feeling in my chest. yes, i do still write but does it even matter anymore? do my words feel like my words still? i'm so far removed from what i do write now, it's terrifying.

old vintage advertising posters, jade necklaces, elderflower syrup mixed with gin, diary pages filled with scrawled red ink and the smell of jasmine incense // archaic remains 81

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[sincerelysharon]

You held your hand out, liquid sunlight pooling out from your soft pearl hands. Soften, molten, little swollen hope. A tender beginning and I couldn't help it. I cried that day. I fear that I'll never stop.

dimmed lights, the smell of gasoline and sunlight in her hair, white cropped tees and hazelnut syrup. // archaic remains 85

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[sincerelysharon]

a year alone, a year spent loosely. the cold august air breathes through me once again and reminds the words to sing for me. as they did once ago, as they did near polished wood and clean scents. as they remember again to do for me today. and they stumble a bit, trip and fall over new territory, but i shall remember to love them like i did before, like they are trying to love me now. new, etched and fresh, rain sounds and my skin peeling. i hold the letters to my lips and watch as they sink, drop and anchor fully back into my spine. a new homeland.

a cooling peppermint tea, the clang of metal footprints. lemon curd on toast, a voice calling for you from the next room and a stack of books collecting dust. // archaic remains 69

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[sincerelysharon]

Time does cast a strange spell on us all. It makes me truly wonder if we ever really move on from things that have hurt us. I don't think we do, which to be fair, is not an extraordinary revelation. But to be sitting on this bus bench with the summer breeze and highway exhaust in the air, it feels strangely revealing.

car exhaust in the summer air, the sourness of ice lemon slushies. the brush of soft hair on tanned shoulders, the plate of orange wedges. // archaic remains 84

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