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Early days spent on the train
Miles and piles of pike hills and terrain
Ooo, to see you
Oooo, love and gratitude!
Breathing sweet air, house hostas glistening
Sitting in chairs, the smoke listening
In the house I read on your skin
“Lets see”, I see I’m reading a friend
Ooo I see, I see my friend
Ooo I see, “lets see” again <3
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shipwrecks in the garden
bloody with rebirth
ghosts of fading coastlines
in the broken earth
seeds of newer planets
in the geysers bright and hot
take what you can scavenge
from the bodies red with rot
grow obscenely in the trench of the unseen
grow weird and grow free
where the bloody knuckles
of the lithosphere once rose
you'll finally meet your makers
once they decompose
history reversing
timelines zipping shut
the scourge of evolution
writhing in your gut
born a blind and ugly thing
where the fault lines seize
crawl towards the sulfur
on your hands and knees
and grow and grow
and grow obscenely in the trench of the unseen
grow weird and grow free
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She likes my neck
It's my thinnest part
Her teeth trace my skin
She preys and I fall victim
I didn't know how this would feel
Now confusion fades
She bites and I melt away
I remember biting into my food
I remember being skinned
I was plucked, step by step
Piece by piece, I came undone
Until I was naked by another's hands
Put on a table for celebration,
More people at my corpse than I imagined
They cut me up, piece by piece
Some liked my thighs
The curves they bit into, the thicker parts
Some covered my face
Some my voice.
I'm too much for just one person
But she likes my neck
And bites into me
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Adzo Adzo - An Exception
03:44
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Her hair her eyes
The long soft switch and bite tune
A layer of my not-quite-truth but i’d still like to
Cover an eye I try to protect you from me
A rare align but I’m back to besides the point
But i can’t have it anyway
I’m afraid to figure out
What are my intentions anyway
if i have to figure out
I’ll just stand by, wrap round you
Til it comes to me
If they’re your eyes
I’ll hope for what I can’t hope to
The where the why
that finds you fall into mine too
Don’t wait me out
A wave’ll come and steal the point
Can i just have it anyway
I’m afraid to figure out
Won’t I have to come here anyway
then i have to figure out
It finds you out,
Mine to fine tune
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theo - lonesome
02:09
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No one really wants me so it’s okay to leave me alone. And no one’s gonna call I should really stop checking my phone. There’s no one to blame it’s my fault for staying the same. I wish they would tell me your name or just look my way. But I’m so lonesome all by myself, don’t need no help, all by myself. Surrounded by so many but I don’t think they want me. All here by myself forgotten like a book on the shelf. But at least you’re here nearby but I’m too shy to look you in the eyes. I don’t know why I keep doing this to myself. Guess I’m too lonesome all by myself, don’t need no help, all by myself, all by myself, all by myself.
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lillies painted out in gold
just another story told
when i am alone onto the next thing
getting bored
have you seen the pyramids
do you know how strong it is
just to be sitting here
to be yourself
to read now
i’m getting lucky wow
but not like in the funny way you’d think
how do you stop a sinking drain chain
and it’s like when you grow up tall
you don’t notice it at all
tarot card who will i be
i’ve gone to capadoci
sleep now
do i have to show you how
sleep now
do i have to show you how
i’m getting lucky wow
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I never met my Father's father, but I
see him when I drink
too much. I wonder if I look
like him. Brown eyes
match empty bottles and
beer puts hair on my face.
Whiskey makes me feel weighted
and wanted. If I had been born
right I would've been the third
and probably an asshole.
I like having my hands full
and my throat wet like my dad's dad.
We both know there's a type
of drowning you can do
that teaches
you to swim.
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Rover - Wasted
02:31
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Adjacent to the places that I really wanna be
I hate you and I heard you’re not too thrilled with me
Great, actually
It’s just like after all of that I wanna go to sleep
Fuck every New Year’s eve
And fuck my reading glasses
And fuck that I can’t smoke without somebody laughing
It happens
Imagine me all powerful totally omnipotent
Kiss me slow devotedly and show me where it hurts the best
And break the bad news gently
And let the words feel empty
Made up anniversaries and photos for the proving
Lying in the living room and everything is moving
So close my eyes
It’s just like after all of that I wanna stay inside
Tell me that I’m virtuous
And tell me that I’m clean
Tell me who you want me to be to you this week
I’ll do it
God I love the parties where I get to watch him leave and
Smoothing out the shirt I put on special just to seethe in
Break the bad news gently
And let the words feel empty
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Our eyes meet across the room
It’s clear we’re leaving soon
And it’s safe to assume
All our friends know what we’re about to do
I can’t help that I want you
It’s just the way you move
And it’s like I get glued
My brain waves go askew
I want your after party
When the sky’s already starry
And this party juice is hardly
The only thing I’m bringing home with me
I want your after party
We could go on a safari
Cuz I want to feel you on me
I’ve got a lot of things we could try and see
It’s been something of a day
Let’s let our bodies sway
And after our song plays
Baby we can break away
You’re hot like a summer’s day
My heart’s beating doomsday
And the look on my face
Is giving me right away
I want your after party
When the sky’s already starry
And this party juice is hardly
The only thing I’m bringing home with me
I want your after party
We could go on a safari
Cuz I want to feel you on me
I’ve got a lot of things we could try and see
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windows open sometimes
my flag post got buried under wires
you prompted me at the breakfast table
the last time i saw you
i wasn’t able
can you see it
conversations
leading nowhere
because i have hesitations
i know an end
your smokes end
and, suggestions if i’m being honest
don’t hold my hand
you don’t understand
you don’t understand
you don’t understand
your quiet sides are in my house
you’re starting to creep me out
can you see it
conversations
leading nowhere
because i have hesitations
i know an end
your smokes end
you don’t understand
you don’t understand
you don’t understand
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Will Conley - Rain
01:18
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Back home,
the rain is soft.
It falls in slow sleepy drops
And finds a home in the old cherry tree on Cumberland,
the one I used to climb on my way home from school.
The blossoms reach out
to accept the sky’s offering,
cradle late-June showers in their trembling petals.
The rain slices sweetly through the searing Carolina summer,
quiets the heat of the pavement,
just a little.
Here,
the rain comes in barely-there mist,
or in sharp urgent sheets.
It does not slip gently from the sky
in a pink-tinged southern shower.
Here, I stand on the bridge
and watch the sky scatter itself across the lake,
and I miss the cherry tree.
But the loose bricks on Cumberland
do not hold the sky’s reflection in their surface.
I know more now than I used to--
about the bridge, and the trees, and the rain.
Here, the New England mist turns my skin a little silver,
and here, I have learned to love the sky from a new angle,
and here,
I am almost home.
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we’ve been seeing butterflies since you died
and it hasn’t stopped in the slightest
today would’ve been the 21st anniversary
of your marriage with mom
and a butterfly crawled on our hands
we’re sure it was a sign
and on the highway i keep seeing them fly past my car
there was one outside
the funeral home too
and they’re always blue
and i can’t help but say “hey dad”
every time i see you
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you can be mad
you can be mad
haven't got a Savior
we've got memories there
tailored to a dream
everywhere that i've been
i let you in
i let you inside
unfair to me
by God His grace
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Sleeping alone is not so hard
I’ve got the moon and I’ve got the stars
Under a blanket, I make my own heat
and when I have nightmares, there’s no one to hear me scream
Sleeping alone can be quite fun
No one to bug me when the day is done
No one to burden me with their pain and grief
No one embracing me, no promises to keep
Thank god I’m free
Now I can focus on me
I can wake up early and buy all my groceries
I can go home every night,
knowing that soon I’ll turn out the light,
and there’ll be no more fighting
No one to wish goodnight
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I’m your art teacher
I make plans for myself
I’m your art teacher
I teach you about hell
You drew me a picture x2
(Ooooo)
I’m your art teacher
Have a life of my own
I’m your art teacher
You do everything wrong
You drew me a picture x2
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Wyatt Smith - Pleasures
02:22
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it is not a movie. there are no abandoned houses for kids to sneak into. all my neighbors are a mile away and old. the sidewalk ends past the first bridge, but no one uses it anyway. there is a house way back in a field. it is mine or it is me. it is not abandoned yet but it is already a local legend. the adults point their fingers like children. i feel like broken windows. it has taken me twenty years to realize i am the house at the end of the street. i remind myself this is what it feels like to be from a place that only knows how to live the same life over and over.
everyone is dying to leave but they will always come back. i say i do not want to live here anymore and they laugh until they cry. moving away means i have broken the cycle. breaking the cycle means i have abandoned the tradition of living on this land. but this land does not welcome me easily. it spits my name like a slur. i know if i stay here too long it will turn my body into a target or an example or a future history lesson for the wrong side of an invisible war. they do not see anything wrong with this.
the lake seems to swallow people whole. sometimes i wonder how long they fight before they give up. i have been kicking for seven years and i still dream i am drowning. maybe it is easy to exist here if you fit into the right places. a third of my high school class will go missing before our ten year reunion. by that i mean they will leave and never come back. sometimes the town holds a grievance for the family. i think about my funeral while i pack. i make a list of a hundred ways i could be pronounced dead in this town and only one of them is dying.
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i am eight and i'm atheist, standing outside of the baptist church lock-in with my friends inside and my parents are english so i lack southern pride and it's showing on my skin, showing
i try out for basketball hoping i'll make more friends and i practice dunkin' in my back garden
it's a fortunate life when these are your problems
it's a fortunate life but i'm f@%!$?g hurting
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28. |
Closet Goth - Marjorie
00:42
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Zap! The Band - Bug Tat
03:47
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You don't know which song is about you
Or maybe you do
You can ask but I don't feel like telling the truth
Now picture this:
A red camaro
Gas pedal stuck in drive
Now imagine that the car wreck that ensued is your life
I'm sorry that it didn't work out but I'll tell you right now, that was the best ending
I guess it wasn't in the cards
And I know that it's not what you want, but just for how long can you forget the whole friend thing?
The truth will take you far
I'm not innocent in this
I've treated you all like possessions
I want to help you but
You wanna figure it out
Delaying the consequences
I'm obsessed with playing both sides and tell a lotta lies to save my own assets
I just wanna see
It really helps if I think it's a show and no one that I know are really real people
Now this is good tv
I'm not innocent in this
I've treated you all like possessions
I want to help you but
You wanna figure it out
Delaying the consequences
I won't hear from you for a couple months
And I think I'll be fine
All the drama gets to be a little much
And a waste of my time
But you'll call me
I'll come over
Give it another try
But I got distant
and you got cold over time
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Who will tend to her,
the plights of the past?
How noble of me
to be the one
even when I had
no hand in her creation.
I will do what I have
always
and take care
of what is not mine.
Not to live
but to give while I do.
This life
born into giving
but never asked.
We begin so behind.
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Jahnah Camille - Flesh
02:35
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incision in time
I’d go back to my dining room
father in his prime
what parts am I missing of you
I just wanted London sights
but the past will have to do
incision of time
what did I forget to do
limit my flesh
and tell me my place
we shared so many kisses
but we weren’t awake
tears in my bed
but I’m gonna stay
I’d rather count the kisses than throw you away
bit afraid to move
I won’t interrupt this dream
sticky floors inside
animatronic scenes
I tried to freeze light
but only remember a girl
remember the time
we thought it was forever
limit my flesh
and tell me my place
we shared so many kisses
but we weren’t awake
tears in my bed
but I’m gonna stay
I’d rather count the kisses than throw you away
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Nari - Reading Too Deep
02:56
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Do you think we could meet half way there
Think you’ve been unfair
Conversation never goes anywhere anymore
Don’t wanna talk to myself
I could use a little help sometime
You say that im on your mind
You act unkind to me
You got me
Reading too deep in these messages
Now I am stuck on the phone
Say you miss me
Kiss me through the phone
I don’t like when you make me feel alone
(I just wanna hear you say that you miss me)
Feels like I talk to myself
You never give me any help its fine
(I just wanna hear you say that you miss me)
You say that im on your mind
You act unkind to me
(I just)
You got me
Reading too deep in these messages
Now I am stuck on the phone
You said you’d call me back
Don’t you remember that
I want my time back
I want my time back
You said you’d call me back
Don’t you remember that
I want my time back
I want my time back
Is it too much to ask
Are you okay with that
Is it too much to ask
Too much to ask
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33. |
Alo Ver - 528 Hz
02:53
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Lilith Ai - Catfish
03:14
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Abby Mak - I Get By
03:19
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pull me down from my chest
set some sort of precedent
say it's for the hell of it
just dont
pretend you know everything
cause when you start guessing, the lesson's less interesting
no i, i dont like the noise
of a meaningless void
and bad hair
no i, i dont like the atmosphere
of sipping a tasteless beer
and the tone of my words
but i get by
on hazy nights
i get by
on borrowed time
tie me up like a culprit
maybe i'll be forgiven for all the human things i did
stroke me like your luck
one time seems to be enough until the cynic floats back up
no i, i dont like the noise
of a meaningless void
and bad hair
no i, i dont like the atmosphere
of sipping a tasteless beer
and the tone of my words
but i get by
on hazy nights
i get by
on borrowed time
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your ex girlfriend asked you to move in
of course you did, didn’t even think about me
or cared what i think
your best friend is rich and
you have a box of bills in your closet unpaid
but i still wished you had stayed
we flew to chicago when your dad died
i held your hand while you read the eulogy
a tear fell down your cheek
you wanted to kiss me but not like this
grabbed me in the hallway, i was out of breath kissed me then said you meant something like that
let’s make a mess of the apartment
make our roommates hate us
then we can drive out to mexico
you wanna shred your passport
we can’t stay here forever
let’s just drive back home
i wanna go home
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Sometimes when I read lyrical words my mouth
waters and it is fitting that my smile is bowl-shaped.
How loquacious makes pursed lips and full cheeks, while
lip is a dip from my tongue to the corner of my teeth.
How proximity to another’s uvular awakenings makes
them audible in the murmur of morning until I find
myself listening for proof of short distance, nearness,
but it is beginning to sound like quiet, closed hibiscus.
In other words:
There is a hibiscus in the garden that resembles a mouth
though it sheds its skin, more serpentine than lip.
The rounded curve glints like scales although bruised
like wrapping paper folded over a red center.
With wind, the hibiscus sheds into paper scale trails
(that sounds nice too doesn’t it?)
across the ground. I find them scattered and curling
like sunbathing snakes or fingers on a chilled hand.
Gathering them in my palms, I wish I could show you
how difficult it is to pinch loss in between your fingers
without tearing. To hold sound and skin and keep it whole,
no shattered color or faded texture. No child of barbed tongues.
There is a climate on the other edge of the world where
a father cultivates fruit and hibiscus. Consuming, devouring,
ingesting… a seed swallowed and planted in his stomach.
His breath is a coiling saccharine, the tip of a sugar spire.
Vievee, you have wrapped yourself in your own skin and lapped
nectar, becoming a row of teeth to fertilize gardens. The tongue
tucked in the soil laps like a river in which you bathe your aching
feet. A tintinnabulation of unfurled petals, open hibiscus.
In other words:
In your poem, you wrote about how delicious it is to say your husband’s name and hear him say yours. But I wonder if you can tell me… how do I know when it is safe enough to step closer, unfold my wrapping paper ears, and listen?
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38. |
Lila Richardson - Yawn 2
02:13
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n. levine - July 21
06:26
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