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the siren spell
reflective glint of silver bristles
loosens the flow of amethyst braids,
blush skin and a rose kiss that offers
a promise as menacing as the
danger of replacing the mirror
with the naked eye
her siren song breaking the sinister waves
vowed relief in the raging storm
ears ringing with the lure of the caves
"follow me"
on a different, blissful frequency
that pulls you down
into her realm of alluring serenity
and makes you wonder when you drowned
eyelids flutter to perceive
an archway made up of gold entirely
transforming any shade of doubt into the purity
of belief
in the magic of what has remained
undiscovered
under the surface of the horizon
glittering miles above so high
though the only view safe
for the naked eye
the towers remain indescribable
in shape and colour
but the water has taken on a glint of coral
a surrounding of promising poison
of what has to be explored
until the mystery of
the white caves,
and her marble likeness,
the calming absence of the waves,
and the emerald steps to the castle
is no longer secrecy
to those who are not meant to be
under the enchantment
of the deep sea
the rapture of the voice's pulse
suggests a likeness to the might
the siren iris holds
as unknown as the towers
intangible when you intrude
with potential to blind,
since the melody of the song
there has been no sound for hours
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cake
watching the warmest exchange, I shake,
despite the fizz on my tongue,
a humble air of confidence
blurred with the organic draw to provide
evoking slow impulses to linger
wandering and seeking another collision,
swaying thanks to sweetness and red,
but I'd much rather say the palms
and comforting loop I gravitate towards
are needed because I'm swept off my feet
I've not been told these things to my face before
being called stunning has not happened this way
and it's not had any charm, I'm breaking romantic poeticness,
but yeah, there's more, strawberry on my tongue
and then it's dark, but we're okay
excitement for what I know nothing about
and what I already adore,
a sense of soft simplicity
and naturally matched empathy in
the shelter of a standard I'd deemed impossible,
the audacity of mouthing absently what wasn't going to be said
as a response to being called out,
I said I was falling, so it's no surprise I was caught
right in a comfort to soothe when, again, I shake
it can't be a coincidence that you rhyme with something
as great as cake
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hindsight
I get first-class firsthand embarrassment
from the naivety
of romance poetry
because I romanticised
while I should have left
hoped for what would never happen
and never would last
and now I read it and I shiver at the
sheer obliviousness
which now puts me off
writing about the new excitement
purely due to the fear
of another premature cheer
the obesession with touch and scent
because what if it turns out the same
and reignites the cycle of when
I get first-class firsthand embarrassment
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don’t you hate when people are right?
“maybe you'll meet someone there”
she's smiling, she's joking
but she's hoping
and I roll my eyes
because I love her and she wants me to be open,
to see,
but it's unlike guys
to meet me
“he wasn't my type on the first date”
and then he dated him for months,
but I swipe left on any man who smokes,
who can't take a photo to save his life
why would I go out with someone where I don't see fate?
“dating apps are too shallow”
and they're all talk until they actually meet someone
in person, friends, or through friends
but see, I'm an introvert, I like my phone,
and I don't go anywhere and when I do,
leave me and my friends alone
“when you already know them, you look past certain things”
I said and I know I'm right, they're right,
but 15 year old me
is writing into her diary
that maybe next year will be the year, it must be
because I lost my best friend to a love letter
and there was someone four thousand miles away
and I never really have any interest in anyone
and vice versa, maybe that's on me
“I'll stay with you”
is the second thing I really pay attention to
right after he tells my best friend
that she seems too good for her ex
she's the way to my heart,
“you're stunning”
I twirl, I'm tipsy and I'm scared
because you see,
it's unlike men to meet me
“I'll stay with you” originally meant a few minutes
but the two month mark is coming
“men are the worst”
that's me, and her, and everyone else who's into them
who has every right to say
“we hate men”
but he's everything I want,
even though he's a virgo
(perhaps the male scorpion has always been to poisonous for me)
“I don't like your people”
I said when I first heard,
I guess I can't always be right
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Al films
I can find the good in everything,
let me prove this point,
in this essay, I will-
start off with Righteous Kill
which had so much potential with plot twist
and name reveal
almost as good as the contemplation
in Carlito's Way which had all this Mafia information
and the rejection of it
that is nowhere to be found
in the 80s vibes and Miami vibes of
Tony Montana
or Michael Corleone's speranza americana
and while there's more to Sonny's heist
like diversity and an Oscar lost,
we see another patron detective done
at the 21st century's cost
in The Son of No One
and you might think I'm forgetting
Colonel Frank Slade and his silly dance
but you'll know there was nothing lost with that
if you're a fan and think of
The Scent of a Woman
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magnetism
despite your darkness and serenity
there's a light, a shimmer
through the core and out
the other side
booming, thriving
from far away igniting
your aiepathy
to see
what the unknown has to offer
in mirages and fantasy,
the fabricated distance
we seek to see untied
wild seas to reveal
the pompousness of sanctity
beyond your mind
shadows cast by towering scenery
demanding you to feel
satisfaction of a certain kind
when exploring, wandering,
colour that is strange
and sensation alien to you
a fizzle on your tongue,
a sense of bliss you never knew
and a melody that sets your clock
backwards
with imaginary lines blurred
and priorities assessed
no sky is the limit
if you follow the promise
of the stars' magnetic
pull
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the moon
the moon casts a darkness
reaching, covering
enshrouding me in lunar shelter
that no one else can see
and no insignificance can pierce;
the craters all I think about
the comfort in the pitch noir
the way the light stays with me
a constant reminder
that I'm not alone
and the key,
the natural satellite not giving up on me;
builds me a blanket fort
to shut the menace out outside
which makes me feel too bright and blue
lights the cotton night
so it can read the irreversible print to me
and soothe my storms
because the moon is synonymous
with you
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SCORPION (3 - my favourite)
There's a sort of satisfaction
in thinking back to this momentary fraction
of time when you meet
someone that will have a temporary seat
in your life
and you never would have guessed
the significance of the quest
ahead;
but with you, I'm never surprised
my twin flame was never disguised
as a stranger
because she is the changer
of my life
you deserve everything
that is good
my heart wants to sing
when you're happy
you deserve none of your pain
and I want to be there
without googling a plane
when you need an umbrella
in the rain
more than anyone you show me
what it's like to be loved
and I have never understood
why you'd be worried I'll leave
what a wonderful sparkle, glimmer, flame
unconditional beyond anything
until the universe comes to an end
and far and infinitely beyond that
you will be my very best friend
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SCORPION (2)
against all nature, all the odds
collision comes natural
like thirst, the need for water.
time passes and wastes,
boiling and searing, hot and hotter
and I want to drive, senses intertwined
loud colours and joy and the open road tastes
like chocolate and sweet bubbles
thoughts are fizzling, growing wider
I'm growing bolder
there's not much room for anything else too
but tales of the planets and the limit of the sky
swirling with the understanding that I can rely
on horizon and pastel as much as
on never spiraling, never going too far
and past the ecstacy
of the code of sunflowers and a tingling passion
for imagination as expressive
as the high notes of reality
warmth and shivers, detergent,
blend it all with fuzzy lights off the motorway
midnight spices and shakes;
tiring faces and the exhaustion of pretense
but I never grow tired of yours so
let me get lost in the labyrinth
of your complexity, intensity.
I'll defend what you are:
adventure, magnetic, utopian
maybe just to me and other fish
in the sparkling, poison ocean
that combines familiarity and thrill
of the scorpion
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dawn
there is no might quite like the beams of the sun
breaking through pastel pink clouds
to inaugurate the celebration of a new day
the king's might in the mist of the morning
the tranquility of soft slumber and beginnings
in dew and breeze lies the magic
of a walk in the empty streets,
the stretch of your tired limbs
after sleeping in the car,
blinking into the sun after no sleep at all,
the new dawn makes promises
of adventure regardless of the hours past
still life dipped into golden glow,
illuminating droplets of life on green,
breathe in the possibility of picture-book excitement
just for the for a few minutes
in which he sings the lunar queen to sleep,
before taking control and guarding her
until she wakes in all her glory
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it’s me
a lack of encounters,
an abundance of enthusiasm,
desperation, desire to do everything right
only for things to turn out wrong
it wasn't me.
might've been communication
or the lack of it
might've been the way your mind works
and how little I understand
might've been four thousand miles
maybe it was me.
I give too much
I hope too fast
I try so hard
I fail
I get left behind
it was me.
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intergalactic
we all know about
the enivitable transience
have known since first asking about the concept
of fading
of stars
of hope
of death.
I see space
and it's sucking to draw us all in
the dooming embrace
of nothing.
we want to know where it ends
but it doesn't
how can it not end?
and if it did, what would be outside?
little things matter
but they'll tell you they don't
to make it seem less terrifying
confront your fear and it'll fade
The inevitable doesn't fade.
so chase me
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SCORPION
comfort shouldn't be this easy,
shouldn't come this easy,
shouldn't tingle the edges of my nerves,
stop my heart and
fuel the fire.
the water bond,
natural and necessary
and honestly,
we're excluding you, it's just us.
speed up the beat,
slow the pace so I can breathe
out.
I've been holding it in, the promise,
the hope, the naivety.
give me something.
space and mystery, a beat that is
so bad that it's good.
familiarity is this easy, I know,
I've counted the days.
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indifference
epitomy of bliss
the art of just remaining
unaffected
but I am affected, I am bothered, I care
and I want to relate, strive to understand,
to reach
collision of minds
and vulnerability
a heavy crash
or a breeze like the wind,
brushing across goosebumps to soothe
insecurity
and I reassure my worst critic
I listen
ease myself in, slowly at first
and then all at once, it's easier
like ice cold water,
like a bandaid.
I allow her to feel and she
falls
And she says, she was right along
and she's right
She told me so
She was
I should've covered my ears,
mirage indifference,
and sung like a child,
when they told me to listen
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