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I go about the house finding new places for old things – my books crammed in the last drawer of my chest, your words folded carefully in the one above – the shelf unfilled table empty there is … more →
In The Loonlight
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imaginary256 wrote 1 week ago: I go about the house finding new places for old things – my books crammed in the last drawer … more →
Villanelle
imaginary256 wrote 2 weeks ago: What comes out of this pain? echoing through centuries the lament of being alive and human and sane … more →
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imaginary256 wrote 2 weeks ago: Your jacket lies in my room where I come to smell it should I begin to lose your scent You sa … more →
Song of the Sirens
imaginary256 wrote 2 weeks ago: the sounds break open and die at your feet - what are we supposed to say to this? the heretic … more →
bullshit
imaginary256 wrote 2 months ago: At this hour your eyes are sore Your body asks for sleep; the only sound from the window is that of … more →
imaginary256 wrote 4 months ago: Can you tell me how it made sense to you dearest, to sift through the sands that blew upon you in he … more →
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imaginary256 wrote 7 months ago: Your room smells of old history books, musty paperback novels that have been felt with eyes and read … more →
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imaginary256 wrote 7 months ago: The cloud car ran over a cloud boy today, while he tried to fetch his cloud ball from the street. I … more →
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imaginary256 wrote 7 months ago: The sun hangs hollow shining hollow rays that turn iridescent when refracted through hollow things - … more →
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imaginary256 wrote 7 months ago: He thumbs through your belongings absently when you take leave of him - (the burgundy scarf pale lip … more →
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imaginary256 wrote 7 months ago: A leaf falls in the garden by the pond on our wet picnic mat close to your lips singed by the sudden … more →
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imaginary256 wrote 8 months ago: I saw you the other day sipping tea in the place I left you darjeeling with mint I knew from the win … more →
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imaginary256 wrote 8 months ago: You remember words (not yours) stolen feelings – cliches You scribble down a thought or two an … more →
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imaginary256 wrote 9 months ago: When the only chance at freedom lies splattered on the sidewalk When God offers no solace and even c … more →
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imaginary256 wrote 10 months ago: Crimson drip drops on the carpet she holds up a piece of cardboard smeared “abstract - its wha … more →
Thought
imaginary256 wrote 10 months ago: I thought of you today (and yesterday night when I was wrapping your wedding present) I thought of y … more →
Somewhere in the dark AM hours
imaginary256 wrote 10 months ago: Night comes and I wish to talk to you (again) I have not spilled tears for a while. I would like to … more →
I am not a Poet
imaginary256 wrote 10 months ago: When I speak these words will not be mine The ones i write are little more than hearsay put down to … more →
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imaginary256 wrote 11 months ago: There are footsteps outside my door a knocking somewhere far off a glass drops, shatters into precis … more →
