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corvussempervirens · 2 years
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C. A. Singh • this is not a poem about him
2018
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From Caroline Grand-Clement’s chapbook, Abecedarium of Want, available at https://bottlecap.press/products/want
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corvussempervirens · 2 years
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obsidian
obsidian crag! toss me anew into the jagged mountain range of your love. heat spewed magma formed forever into a reminder of what it once was. would that be possible for you and me? to crystallize the possibility of us into darkened, serrated, minerals of what we could have been?
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corvussempervirens · 2 years
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irreverence
where does it all come from, anyway? this irreverent attitude towards life embedded in us. we're creatures privileged enough to step back and boldly ask -
"what am i?" as if our existence isn't some sort of cosmic miracle unexplainable by the limited range that words have provided us. As if there was no mystery to remain.
"i'll find a way to make this worthwhile" just to carry on in toxic fuel and blind consumption. masqueraded by social media posts that spew nonconformity and which state to the world:
"i'm better than this." as if the energy expenditure required to run the databases which carry that message through microfibers across the world isn't fueling the very system we claim to renounce. "i'll find a way out"
as if the "i" existed separately from the "we" of the interconnectedness of the cosmos. how could we be more than that? on this planet that luck allowed us to inhabit as if we deserved it
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corvussempervirens · 2 years
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"so this is what it's like to fight giants" - sebastian https://www.instagram.com/gm.dl13/p/CZGIjobF3MU/?utm_medium=tumblr
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corvussempervirens · 2 years
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matthew 7:3
how very god-like of you. to create faith from fear and ask for suffering as a testament of my devotion. is it not enough? to have me on my knees, open-mouthed, to receive communion and recite your holy prayers? on top of this, you'd like to see me ridiculed, flogged, and crucified to prove my worth. to cleanse me of my sins. but what about yours?
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corvussempervirens · 2 years
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otra pa'ti
la luna, el mar, y tu. moonlight waltzes on the surface of the waves, and it reminds me of the way you could move in and out of me. las olas crecen con el jalo de la luna; como tu me jalas a mi, y luego me empujas. yo - la tierra, y tú - la agua. siempre moviendo en direcciones diferentes. y la luna nos cuida, nuestro amor que siempre nos quiere traer juntos.
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corvussempervirens · 2 years
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lovers
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corvussempervirens · 2 years
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by c-h-e-r-i
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corvussempervirens · 2 years
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mary jane
i want to call her and tell her how much she means to me. but she's in love and i, i don't have much to offer. so, i'll write it instead; about the way my eyes grew legs trying to follow her around. or about the way my restraint went on vacation which compelled me to force her against the wall, until my hands turned to ashes in a futile attempt to avoid her flesh - crematorium where bodies of her lovers go to die of desire. like fire, she both consumes and ignites - regardless of the outcome.
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corvussempervirens · 2 years
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a series of unhinged thoughts
she calls me her girl but goes home to a woman who plays her like a familiar instrument i wonder if she, too is used to being used ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
the mistress of possibility rested her head on my chest at night while my addiction to the worst part of myself unhinged desperate to taste venom from the fang of the snake ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
i hate the way she makes me feel
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corvussempervirens · 2 years
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bark
bruises on my skin like bark on conifer to be peeled and ripped in an aesthetic attempt at protection
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corvussempervirens · 2 years
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092421
You creep into my mind like condensation - suddenly all over me, dripping, cold to the touch - inescapable.
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corvussempervirens · 3 years
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cactus needles
the way that words come out often feel like a visceral exodus of emotions through my favorite medium - the pen. writing poetry is like pulling the prickly cactus needles out of every inch of my body painful delicate exhausting
much like the pain i inflict on myself. i'm not sure how this is better.
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corvussempervirens · 3 years
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haiku
she radiates her
love through and around me, while
i melt in her arms.
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corvussempervirens · 3 years
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Six Word Story
Always you, but never the time. 
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corvussempervirens · 3 years
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phantoms
spirits frighten me - the phantoms of  my suppressed emotions lurk maliciously in
creaking floorboards and flickering lightbulbs. in disembodied voices who i hear whispering the secrets which i house. ridiculing me: “you’ll never be enough”, they echo the translucent truths i hide from myself. ghosts which can’t be exorcised  by any holy preacher. 
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