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somewhere deep in the woods//you and me

i felt the rain smelt heady pine needles the desire to melt into a treeline the sound of your footsteps behind me the smell of burning cherry your laughter, wooden against bark where shall we go, my friend? (lysander h.)

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sometime around 12am, alone, together

you infiltrate my life quietly suddenly i’m thinking about you again, and i don’t know when this habit started.

so it settles in the center of my chest, a burning ember. (lysander h.)

#spilled ink

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some things just aren’t meant to be

i hope you don’t  see the wall of vines between us; you’re dangerous, you see because my heart  hurts a little bit, feels too much joy at a glimpse of your smile or the frequency of your laughter. always the question of why why you, why these feelings why do I miss you, your presence, the warmth in your eyes? always unanswered. sometimes i start a cautious effort to reach through find that spark  and i remember the last time with another woman, another face everything ended in flames and you are too good for tragedy.

(lysander h.)

#spilled ink

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three

no higher self where did the I go empty free merely a reflection of waves.

#spilled ink

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an apology///you,i,we

#spilled ink #poetry #unrequited love

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#handwritten poetry #spilled ink

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pollution & the cleanup effort afterward

1. i think am the ocean i feel gallons of plastic in my mouth my teeth jarred loose strands of hair i feel the ocean rolling in me the depth of life contained beneath all the discarded histories i created i am choking on my past  too often these days spitting up words and regrets.

2. sitting in a cloud of smoke the novelty laser show on my ceiling expands in a micro version of the universe’s daily dance a pulse, a deep beat within my chest i feel the gentle tug of  spider webs on my fingers your heart beating, 20 miles away. 3. my best friend sits beside me mid laughter  and i think  if I have this, there is so much more to come. this is the first time I have thought I do not want to die I want to see what will happen tomorrow.

4.  the sun illuminates autumn leaves against a backdrop of clear blue it is not a warm sun but how beautiful a moment to watch the black smoke clear.

(lysander h.)

#spilled ink #mine

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reoccurring nightmares

1. ADULTHOOD

my mouth is full of teeth, fallen out

garbage, plastic

hair, chewed fingernails

tongue dry as a bone

and suddenly I'm spitting it all out.

I wake up in a cold sweat.

2. CHILDHOOD

long, yellow hallway

doorframes painted eggshell white

a pinball machine -

a hairy beast emerges and

feet pad away, frightened

mom and sister both, outstretched arms

as I run to them

trying to stay alive

mom and sister both, mutating bodies

covered in werewolf fur, spitting and drooling

there is nowhere safe.

(lysander h)

#spilled ink #dark poetry #poetry #nightmares #night terrors

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honesty

you know if i write what i’m afraid of it would only be a list of names. people i could fall in love with people i did fall in love with. (lysander h)

#poetry #spilled ink

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affirmation

if a poem can be complete  with less then so can i.

(lysander h.)

#spilled ink

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pacing my apartment reminds me that i need to clean

i’m devoured by constant hunger restlessness a roving animal in a cage too small dispirited but yearning yowling in craving waiting: the sound of the latch coming loose the comfort of open blue just outside. (lysander h.)

#spilled ink

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the shape of clouds

felt the flesh of your fingertips trail my spine in another daydream bathed in hot sunlight your mouth, parted 

if you find my skin somewhere along the road return it home. (lysander h.)

#spilled ink

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soundtrack

I feel my heart inside my body

suddenly

blind, dead, dumb

before now

the thought of a brief

graze of fingers

a jolt

maddeningly alive

aflame.

(lysander h.)

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i went up in flames//you made me kindling

and suddenly something in me shifts; a block being put in place i feel as if  i’m the king of fire the warmth of you, the spark.

(lysander h.)

#poetry #spilled ink

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heavy settling in the middle of my chest

it's a longing

to have my name on someone's tongue

to feel safe again.

#micropoetry