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escapeluminary · 2 years

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suddenly my days were so much brighter and the constellations made more sense; how you shine like the sunlight, and I cannot look away— not even when it’s glaring, or even when it hurts; these eyes are locked on you— my favorite star.

—k.m.k.

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escapeluminary · 2 years

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stop me from trying to turn your name into a song I’d play around the city so every street will know my prayer.

—k.m.k.

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escapeluminary · 2 years

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now I know how the sun feels when it shines on you. or why the waves dance when they kiss your toes. why the sands carve your every footstep. I knew God spelt your name right when I heard it. when it came out of your lips to reside in my chest. and I’ll always wonder how someone can look at you and not think about gravity. the way it pulls. like how you bring me to my knees. darling, you are a shrine and I offer my prayers. all my corners will stretch to worship you. but if your sanctuary do not echo an answer, I will silently fold this pew. let your altar witness my surrender;

and wish me peace as I go.

—k.m.k.

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escapeluminary · 3 years

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we’re a free verse poem that never rhymed syllables batten on different pages; I was one step forward you were two steps back always on a waltz on crumpled paper. we were two lines that thrived through broken stanzas and in crashed out letters we came to close; but though I was a morning sigh to your seeking sunset though I loved you too soon and you loved me too late though we were a ballad of unsynchronized heartbeats, darling, we were poetry— if only tragic.

— kirstie mae kate

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escapeluminary · 3 years

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we're not going towards the same end, are we?

we are just two stories on this long train ride with chapters merging on our way to our stops.

we have met—only to part again said hello just to say goodbye in the end.

it's just so cruel, don't you think? to make me love what I would later miss; as if these brief moments of bliss can compensate for all the years ahead.

and yet, somehow, we're here; so maybe I'll just fold this page's corner, that even if we go separate ways, I can always, still, come back to this.

k.m.k.

Photo from Normal People.

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escapeluminary · 3 years

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you built me a home on a wartime minefield you covered with flowers. the petals were curled and the soil was dry and you were a barefoot summer with a knack for attracting wildfires so each day I prayed for rain. it did not occur to me that what we needed was a “no trespassing” sign by our fence. perhaps it’s too late now that we’ve long exploded.

— k.m.k

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escapeluminary · 2 years

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I’m not proud of the way I dropped your hand, slowly, and then all at once. It was not brave of me to run away when all I ever wanted was to run towards you, wrap my cold palms in your steady palms, and ask you not to let them feel empty again. Not to let them go. Like the others did. But how do I tell you that? How do I tell you to take me as I am, all stitches and cracks, all rigid bones and barren heart? How do I ask your calm to make room for my chaos, for this mosaic of self-sabotaging patterns and broken dreams? Tell me, how is it fair to trade all of you, sunshine and rainstorm, for just parts of me? I was a coward for pushing you away—and yet it took me all of my courage. All of my deep breathes. All of my aches. And I hope you know that. I hope you know how I was never good at goodbyes and how it hurt to say it. How I wanted instead to drive around the city in the quiet of the night. To tame your starry eyes so they’d linger in my sad ones a little longer. To tell you that I didn’t mind waking up at dawn just to see you. For a minute. In the cold. But I ended things before they even started and all I’m left with are the roses you gave. Dried now. Like my throat. So maybe I’ll just tuck them in the bottom pages of my favorite books where they’re safe to wither. Where they’re safe to stay. Where they’re safe to miss you and safe to grieve with me.

If this is the end of the road, I hope your headlight keeps me in its memory.

—kirstie mae kate

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escapeluminary · 3 years

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this can’t go on forever but I refuse to make amends for if I forgive you I’ll have nothing left; and this ire is all I have—

this, is all I have.

—k.m.k.

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escapeluminary · 3 years

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escapeluminary · 3 years

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I searched the silence for a sign though I ought to know by now that sometimes stars do not align and the road's not always linear; yet there are questions I never found an answer to like a ball and chain that kept me slow and one can only go so far alone in barefoot weary bones; so how do I know it's over or if return is underway— is it too soon to abandon faith or too late to pray through unbelief? I searched the silence for a sign.

— k.m.k.

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escapeluminary · 3 years

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and despite the world, we collapsed into each other— two lumps of stardust in search for home;

how our atoms travelled light years to exist in this same space;

we were of different births, yet we are the same; through a time ever-changing, we are stars transcending—

we didn't just meet in our dreams.

— kirstie mae kate, "alive" 🌌

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escapeluminary · 3 years

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do not stand there like a promise waiting to be kept; I don't need a reminder of how good it can get; you know full well I'd let you under my skin; just a word from you and I'll let you in; but all we really have is this interim, and I might just drown if I jump again; so spare me from shackles and just keep your key— don't come too close if you're not here to stay. — k.m.k

Photo from Fleabag.

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escapeluminary · 3 years

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and just like the moon, you've been through many phases— and I loved you still.

🌑🌒🌓🌔🌕🌖🌗🌘

haiku // kirstie mae kate

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escapeluminary · 3 years

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I wasn't always into hanging out with people for I seem to feel better when they're not around.

and even now that you came along, I still prefer being alone;

but how silly it is that what I want now is to be alone with you.

— kirstie mae kate, "an introvert's poem"

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escapeluminary · 3 years

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moonlight dances on the trees the night wind hums a lullaby the stars above our heads started spreading like wildfire yet compared to your eyes all those lusters are pale and that crevice in your lips put constellations to shame.

you're a galaxy in human skin all the more lovely in the dark— and this I hope you know; for I'm starting to wonder if it's you looking at the stars or if it's the sky gazing at you; cause it's not the only one— and this I hope you know.

— K. M. K., "Lumiére" 🌙

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escapeluminary · 3 years

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all I ever knew of monsters & men is the same pair of eyes this world has changed; are we really products of that one sin in Eden or is it just easier to blame someone else?

oh paper kite among the clouds are you freely flying? or just forgetting you are tied to someone down below?

humor me, darling, I am losing my head; am I too young to understand or is my innocence long buried?—

if I'm too old to come undone, is this all there is?

— kirstie mae kate, "all I ever knew"

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