February 2012
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Follow your passions
To writers and those who believe: I have read before of writer’s that would pack up and leave to delve only into writing, reading, and sharpening their craft. I would wish that for myself but never thought I would have the courage to do so. Not very long ago something in me cracked, not a little crack, it was a force that broke me in two; completely shook me. I knew that I had come to...
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My womb screams bloody murder My legs twitch in the horror of passive yearning
warmth
I walk down the park and remember your hip bone and your wrists your sighs suddenly blow the autumn leaves vibrations;;
the sun melted on your tongue and you reminded me that .love. is more than emotion trembling between two smiling souls.
It is blood, hope, and bones.
it is poetry, ink, and words.
you are...
January 2012
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your skeleton releases cosmic light pouring Siberian milk into my soul you grow thicker within my abdomen you begin to overflow within me you become one with my blood and there is; blood everywhere. I am a hurricane and you are the ocean; you help me grow and I love you. I find in you the most simplest wonders and the rarest complexities
The heart in your eyes sings it’s songs to me and I...
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I miss you so much, my nerves ache.
-Rune
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it happens that when love plagues, reality does not matter anymore.
-Rune
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I found you standing on a corner in naked Europe brushed upon your Mayan thoughts. transgressed by your past you wore your cosmic sadness like a transparent cloak amidst a winter breeze; you are an abandoned poem hanging drearily in the cruel light.
all I wanted was to give you the sunshine that was left in a remote innocence within my subconscious; to give you the tissue under my flesh. to...
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I corner slum in the woods of my hands I am rattled beneath these gentle things that pick my hearts like flowers, blooming, tainted too far ahead
I might just want to rest my back into those blue waters instead she sings the living are dead this place has ran out of water and ran out of bread
my chest is illuminated hardened and there have grown creases on my forehead you should have believed...
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the fortune teller said you would come to me in may she told me I had never really fallen in love she told me to brace myself
Byblos is haunted at night with the sound of the ocean and thick ancient stone
my heart pounds delightfully a nervous and chattering thud removing all trace of control from beneath my once tough and now childlike fingers
I retrace can you handle my truth the terrible...
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nobody believed fate reigned on us with its evil parody your rustic companionship dug into the battlefield of my chest we watched the the girls run into the water, so naked and alive we filled our throats with the sweetest alcohol that night
this terror shrieking this vampiric love sickness this tortured defeat smiling so sweetly so silently at me
this miscreation this abnormality that rubbed...
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there are banks of nervousness bedding like two little girls playing in gray rain. hushing their laughter so that nobody interrupts their masked quickening maturity. They grew up too fast. their eyes grew wise too fast, and in them you see the wars that are deeply rooted into the dark caves inside where even the bats do not dare to move where even the vampires do not dare to hunt where there lay...
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the edges of your face burn like tattered corners of old books on streets that are washed away by tears your fingers symbolize the letters in my poetry blazing like trembling sun rays, glittering in my eyes leaving streaks of yellow intimate memories behind
dreamy skin tone ride the waves of soft scents underneath my eye lashes. Breathe. crying laughter upon the golden sky raised by tears and...
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Some of the best experience is all in your head. All behind the abstract things you can not touch, behind your windows of sight and underneath the skin of your chest. The greatest love takes place in your deepest imagination, which is why the unfulfilled is the most captivating and thought consuming for it leaves room for the mind to ponder into oceans buried beneath dry lakes of thought you did...
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We both dreamt wildly of the kind of love that never made it out alive. a love that is more of a creature rather than emotion; that grows within the pits of wombs and starts to eat you to your death. The kind of love that cannot fit in the human body but only in the vast extremity of the abstract soul. So it escapes; in one way or another, to find it’s place in the cosmos with its...
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you see his fingers look mentally broken and the aura surrounding his inflicted pain screams a murderous asylum tale and there he is sitting on some slum corner in Barcelona staring into that brutal sun while making his wise guitar wail
and yes yes you are the one I have chosen over death you are the sunlight falling upon my bare chest you you
are my first breath.
-Rune
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I dream of your messy hair on monday mornings calling out of work because we had too much wine and the way you turn and the sun hits your shoulders
-Rune
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boy: we have been through so much together, stop doing this
girl: we went through a lot 5 years ago, you are not what I want anymore and besides you had your chance 5 years ago and you took a knife made out of fucking goblins, ripped my soul open and I had to watch you eat my insides like a monster. You killed me slowly, I had to watch you do that; and then you would smile at me and lie and I had...
Mamihlapinatapei.
you are the toska breeding in me like vicious flowers cannas perhaps lotus or bleeding hearts haunting the excruciating longing in my sinking chest a calming and white haunting I hear a thud in the middle of my body and it seems that my heart levels itself in between my dimmed ribs so that it may nervously burst in my core to let that beautiful yellow childlike sun into my body what am I without...
The season we never saw.
souls made of ivory interlocking with the wisdom of ancient elephants we burn the incense under our thighs and drown in the meaning that we made up for breathing and we drown in the world we created with what society perceives as our corrupt minds my beautiful dying agonies burrying themselves in the castles of great queens of great kings shuffling to hurdle under the homes of the slaves of...
Phoenix.
your phoenix eyes ashes fall like withering words shedding too much detail of your fugitive disastors your heart of prisoners you awake in me lik a crisp dawn on the breaking of ways bringer of sorts and rising of the day.
I squint my eyes as I am awoken to your beauty hunter of my mind, excute my loneliness and I will murder your crime.
I will terrorize those white monsters in your fingers...
Ever before.
your tunic pupils extractions from the sky encircle all that which lays in your deepest masculine eyelashes Im enthralled with your profile meager looks of hearts dispelled onto something greater than life in its most simplest form you represent everything natural extracted from the very womb of earth I am lost in my own thoughts of my responsibilites as a woman of culture and as an artist will...
Salty Women.
oh lady let us hold each other and weep about our misfortune together in tears we shall grow the salt in them will cleanse our wounds and make us taller than you will ever know.
-Rune
Consumed by wild things.
when, I know I use to be the one to press my bruised lips on your heart grown masculinity and how I remember the way my youth pressed against yours in scorning praise I remember you like sullen days I remember you with scars on my face I carry on being born in the morning ,fresh breeze from france and a cigarette hanging off my lips I write of you, with words of a woman who has been bruised this...