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POEMS

Suffocate me baby

I want you to be selfish with me
Love me and never let go.
Dig your claws into me.
Never let me go to the shop
Don't ever let me see my friends.
Want me.
Don't sacrifice our future together so I can be happy.
I want the heartbreak.
I want you, me,
US.
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SHORT STORIES

2. Liberi

“RUNRUNRUNRUNRUNHEHEHEHE”
Free-spirited and joyous, a little girl plays on a hill. She’s only 5 yet her driver’s license says she’s 24. For every spin she only gets dizzier and dizzier – Spinning into a revolving high. She falls over only to be greeted by strange… micro-creatures. Her mini-computer calls them “ants”…
Fascinating…
She says hello but they’re in the state of working. “Okay, another time then”
She continues to dance in the warmth of the sun with every bare step landing on a pillow of satisfaction and toes tickled by grass, heart tickled by a lost sense of youth. A regeneration of which the inner-child is now the child. She flows displaying dances steps in staccato as the strings slowly sway in adagio with her hips: Poetry in motion. No sense of society’s rules, no care for anything or anyone around her. What makes a girl smile so honestly? What makes her swerve and scream with such passion; such light-heartedness?
INTENSITY.
INTENSITY.
INTENSITY.
The strings now roar with her. She is in her own crescendo as the fields of Austria look on. Her laughs can be heard from her chest to the farmers of mainland japan. She’s only a girl. No father. No mother. Just a girl with a dog in the car. The aforementioned dog jumps out to annoy(love) with his companion. She runs and runs, laughing and hollering. They circle each other to only tumble down together. What a life! Sun, air, grass and dog.
“AAAAIIIEEEEE!!!!HAHAHAHA”
What a strange little girl.
I’d never seen someone scream out a symphony like this. The vibrations shattered through glass windows of local stores, shaking tampons off shelves and ripping bras off shelves. It was a sign that she was free. Free of being a “woman”. To be free was to be a child, a girl. Free to be whoever she wanted to be. Not empowered by lipstick but by imagination and nonchalance. What a marvelous child she was.

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POEMS

Light side of the moon

No one ever notices me but I'm there.
Do you know what it feels like to be present but be ignored?
I float - luminous, brighter than stars, high in the air
Yet everyone keeps their heads down towards their phones, towards the floor.

They ignore me only to observe the darkness of the night sky,
But it is I who lights the darkness for them to see it.
They see no value to me because I'm always there,
They'll realise what true darkness really is when I'm gone.


Does anyone even know I'm here?
The sky dims yet I still shine light upon their lives,
I'm still here behind the deep-blue tint of the atmosphere
Yet they act like zombies, wide-eyed to nylon-lit kebab shop signs.

They ignore me only to observe the darkness of the night sky,
But it is I who lights the darkness for them to see it.
They see no value to me because I'm always there,
They'll realise what true darkness really is when I'm gone.


Why does everyone pretend I don't exist?

People yearn towards the day and hide away from the night
They believe the sun is "good" while the moon is "bad".
But at the end of the day we both reflect sunlight
The only difference is, I'm more comfortable dressed in black.
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POEMS

Don’t love me.

Don't love me.
Don't love me.
I don't want to need your love so
Don't love me.
Don't love me.
Your love isn't 24/7 so please
Don't love me.
Don't love me.
I can't love you back so
Don't love me.
Don't love me.
Don't come near me, don't call me,
Don't love me.
Don't love me.
If you really love me,
Teach me how to love myself.
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POEMS

I love neck

I love when I get sloppy neck in the toilette that affects the sex for every minute I collect inside the mess between her legs, wrestling like it’s a contest, holding her against her chest, putting her under arrest while fondling her breasts wondering who’s next to jump into my bed, eat a fancy dinner, connect, digest and undress to let me inspect the wet muscles they flex under their dior-scented dress.