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 Jun 2019 blackbiird
Chris
Congrats
 Jun 2019 blackbiird
Chris
"You won" he said.
as he slapped a label on my back
Your story's been read
then he left me with the pack

I guess I won
the prize is shame;
a forgotten name,
a lifetime of pain.

At least something's been gained
another award put in the stash
My medallion of empty gold
to help soften my headfirst crash
I had wrote the first 4 lines for this one about 5 months before publishing it because I didn't know where to go and gave up on it. Enjoy.
Has anyone ever told you the origin of stargazing? I learned it's truth after gazing into your eyes. Each an ingress into a star scape of ineffable beauty. Irises the deepest of blues. Pupils as abyssal as the infinite embrace. Combined at just the right angle. The stars shine brighter in your lunette than they do on any clear night sky. What answers might I find if I keep looking into them?
The meaning of life?
Discovery?
Love maybe?
Secrets diffinetely secrets.
Yours, Mine, The world's, The universe's.
And if I am really lucky.
I might even find me.
Wishing on a star to earn your heart.
That is atleast my hope.
 Jun 2019 blackbiird
Jay M
Always
 Jun 2019 blackbiird
Jay M
Push me
Slap me
Kick me
Throw me out
Punch me
Scratch me
Beat me
Stone me
Hang me
Frame me
Torture me
Make me bleed
**** me
But still
I will always
Always
Love you...

No matter the pain
You put me through
For some reason
I won't stop
Loving you
Defending you
With all my might
With every fiber
Of my being
I will fight for you
Until I am so broken
I know not a single reason
But to fight

Even so
Is this good?
Am I still me?
Or am I a machine?
For I have no feelings
I am numb
Only wanting to stay
And fight
For the ones close to me
Yet I feel nothing
But boundless pain...

So tell me;
What is my fate?

- Jay M
June 9th, 2019
 Jun 2019 blackbiird
Onoma
the biding root of a

superlative

intimacy touches...

the thralling ghost of

essences, and spreads.

the ceremony of love's

stand out moment, too

vast to cohere to another.
 Jun 2019 blackbiird
pa3que
dear Susie,
i’m really sorry but i have to go.
it’s not you— oh, but it actually is.

for i loved you in the field of poppies,
all up to the moment you tasted the grey dust of a city air.

-oh, but it actually is you.
If I had a
wish:
I’d reach into his
chest
and take away the
pain.
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