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Costume Jewelry

I believed myself to be gold

something desirable, cherished--

kept safe and shown off,

worn and loved and coveted.

You held me close,

whispered I was yours,

that I was perfect--

and I believed you.

Like a pawnshop-sad-sap story,

I believed you.

But gold doesn't tarnish like me

and gold isn't ignored

in a box tucked away in a bedside drawer,

left to corrode without sunlight,

with a lack of you to hold me,

to tell me you still want me.

Maybe I was never gold,

never something more than pyrite

or plated brass,

slowly turning your finger green

like a piece of costume jewelry

found in a thrift store bin.

Maybe I was never worthy

to be illuminated beneath

a jewelry store glass case.

Maybe the true reason

you left me behind

was because I was never gold

to begin with.

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Dinner at the old house

———

Frightened hands

Eating quiet words

Folded in between

Layers of butter and thickly

In looks across the table

Wide as night

Your breath through my hair like

You’re gorging your lungs out

I’m so big you can’t see me

Shrinking

Oh tell me how to look

As small as I feel oh god

Help me

I’ve fallen out of love with the sky

Forever

Taking cover

Never knowing when I’ll be pressed

Like a flower between pages

Under such heavy words

———

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Always

the clouds above me and you, in my memory always captivate.

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golden years

set it down in breaths

like little leaves on windy steps

and press the warmth of what is yet

to come a-thrum within the chest

the season's wheels are turning ever

all these feelings, simply wheeling, never

healing, clever reeling

feel the need for getting better

met her multitudes of beauty

truly musical and soothing

saw right through me, to the true me

using nothing but her choosing

i'm improving, day by day

the play is set, let's watch the stage

uncage the actors in their ardor, rage

against fading vignettes

the blessing of delaying morning's

dawn, the story long and mournful,

ending in these sweet and pretty songs,

is joyousness when borne full

i adore you in your humble

gravitas so unbeknownst to

your own thoughts

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implore you for the trouble cost

assure me i'm not lost

in little whispers smiled in moments

only you and i unfold, i hold this

home with you and i emboldened

by the sunrise golden

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AFRAID OF BRICKS

Every signal has to mean a forecast, nothing detention alley Agricultural dead empathy blues The concrete here, the road, it's all going to melt with the wind; my door is brought down

Dad's door shivers in concrete Jenny tells me she attracts too many gay guys to be at peace in the world; I can't offer her any stasis

Thinking back to: Christopher shooting up his daily dose of vintage placebo; pills in pill crushers; dexterity anomaly; told how to feel in dentures. Snore away w/ me and find god

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And the dragon asked so very politely If anyone would like to burn, warming Up pools and town and marshmallows As only a very jaysome dragon could! No one was eaten not even the one who Tried to convince the dragon to be so And left the dragon so very confusled Until the time came to eat all the snacks!

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👁️👁️

Light

at the end of the tunnel

Elusive, yet volitional

Walk towards me

One step at a time

The incandescent, the brimming

Unlimited

The hope you need

I embody

The safety you seek

I possess

Then

Call upon your desire

Walk towards it

That light won’t stop shining

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I get so excited to show you

what I've made I forget

to get dressed,

veins laid out bare to you,

skin no longer sewed up tight,

because I felt something

I thought

you might like to feel it too

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Let's fall in love

and live our days

as if they were our last

and as we grow old together

and until the end of life

be assured that to betrayal

I will remain like water to oil

for loyalty is to my nature

as a wolf is to its flock

--- h.harouche

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Almonds.

As long as almonds grow, I will buy you marzipan. A winter treat for when we can share time, together again. A memory for every year, then and into now. Even when I can find no other gift, I know that this will do. Subtly sweet—I hope you find me to be the same.

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My photography @sherrylephotography December 8,2023

Thinking of you Aubrie @aubriestar

I want to thank you, Aubrie for all that you do for us here on tumblr. You really are a gift to all of us. Sending you a big warm hug and wanting to thank you for being you

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Time flows and wraps love so tightly around us it pools in the heart and an endless sea of memories is born as the soul ignites. 

e.v.e.

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I’m okay with the small box I use to hide away, quite content with my tiny birdcage.

It’s a safe space for a soft face who doesn’t want to confront pain.

The bars may be a little confining but I don’t mind because it’s mine.

The doors may be locked but at least it blocks beasts from breaking in.

I may not be going out to see friends, but who really needs them?

I’ve been chasing my own sort of freedom, and this prison works perfectly to keep other intruders at bay.

So what if I can’t ever run away. I get fed everyday, get to sleep past eight, and sing when I please, unless my owner get tired of me.

I don’t get to fly, but I can bounce and swing, so it’s no big thing.

Who knows what the future holds? My small world could be moved to a new city, or hurled out of a window.

I may not have a lot of control, but it’s not that bad, is it?

-2023

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tell me a little about yourself

even if your words are short

I have a fair amount of experience

with interrupted words

and I can relate some to others

and form, from what you said

the core of what I am looking for

--- h.harouche

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Making of a Coward

He fashions himself  a modern messiah,

Can't even overcome his own vices,

Optimism he claims as his magic wand,

But the cloak of nihilism his real prowess,

He is not averse to success,

Just too high on his potential,

Confronting failure not a daunting task,

Deluded or not, only time will tell,

From depression he pushed himself into anxiety,

And considers it an accomplishment,

Compassion he thinks is his gun filled with bullets of morality,

Love he believes in an unconditional one,

Possession not his desire, he would even forgive profanity,

Thus he became a serial killer of his desires & expectations,

Someone save him from this insanity...

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I ignore the sound of my own heartbeat

Listening for something to entertain

If it can't be bought at the touch of a button

It's just not worth my attention span

And I'll complain of my lack of sleep

But the truth is I kept waking up

Nothing good was on last night

As I was channel surfing my dreams