PaleGreyGarden

old estonian man with piano

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vessels for screaming by PaleGreyGarden, literature

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vessels for screaming

a hole in a wall was carved for me when i was not sixteen edges worn with tears a deaf ear for that plea so if i come in blazing that wall will close on me that hole shaped like a body shaped like me that body is bending that body is breaking that body cannot breathe that body rushing that body beating - the hole is gone my body, that rejectee although that hole flows golden those men as gods decree only those who close their wounds receive how can my wound feel love how can my blood run free i am aburst with embers my body bursts with me though i am flaring brightly, daily no body wants to see

fruity lexia by PaleGreyGarden, literature

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fruity lexia

what have i known but tissue paper promises fragmenting in the gutters what has it been but alcohol seizures rubeous sclera face aflame empty soft foil pouch leaking, valves bend near air hot as breath. i am young when i wonder how to drug mr. hyde your static all-pervading spiteless then spiteful indifference when i was twelve i saw you stop breathing, so am i less for thinking you might remember the day i rose bloody from my mother’s navel what a bitter fruit my faith has bore your mistress sleeps on petals and your son sleeps on the floor father, do not find me here i will not ask for more

umbilical novembris and your soft sides by PaleGreyGarden, literature

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umbilical novembris and your soft sides

in the winter ascending in the autumn descending sucked into currents and then in reverse now i ascend and descend in a recurring dream i am a chamber in which an echo does not die eternal sensation infinity mirror the recursive concept timeless reflections trapped within the septagona at the centre of the milky way every one birthed with the life span of an ember flaring, escaping and crumbling to dust in its flight

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crackling on the phone on the other side of the world, a little while after you broke the southern hemisphere in two my mother once told me that those who have no friends have none for good reason - those who burn the ones they love and burn, then, without love and i thought of the friends over oceans and mountains and stretches of grass and earth and bitumen and astroturf convex, finite and i thought, not to be gentle, that ah, the business of your rotten heart has nothing to do with me at all

eros.ion by PaleGreyGarden, literature

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eros.ion

i am well worn as your half smile i am sullen, sore, aggrieved i am – i was a missive, adrift among the reeds but now, you want my peace! well, no, i will not go i will not surrender i will keep vigil for the thought of what time might not have made of us and i will make nothing of it as you made nothing of our time i will not think on you and smile – it is all you have earned i have learned i am deeper than the wounds of my grief and i do not want to see you love again i can not witness the consummation of my failure how can i when i could not force a thing from you? and i am made a martyr! i am strung up in your room! now i

lamiad by PaleGreyGarden, literature

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lamiad

when she calls i do not heed i do not turn my head when she tugs, i ask has there ever been a world for me that did not weigh so terribly, impossibly upon my struggling chest? you may not make your home in me, that time won’t come, burn the twigs you found for your nest. you may not spoil my sheets, i have seen the moon writhe caught like a moth deep in your ringlets from dark beds on wet streets, and i know your eyes of hazel have been devouring ghosts since before they made that hole to move through me

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vessels for screaming by PaleGreyGarden, literature

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fruity lexia by PaleGreyGarden, literature

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umbilical novembris and your soft sides by PaleGreyGarden, literature

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umbilical novembris and your soft sides

annwn by PaleGreyGarden, literature

perennial people by PaleGreyGarden, literature

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a bird in the

when will we cease to be strangers? when? if i can pore over you, play you back, pull your pages free of the dust in your spine i say can curate your sins, and i do not say that to mean they are beautiful or somehow at all artistic. like a bella donna, red lips and dark curls is not precisely biblical temptation you dark curled in black rooms like white lit lovers wombs you are aching ever harking back for; i suppose, yes it is human to be lonely you reach through chasms eat anger chew pain swallow poison kept push it deep and pin me down in dark dreams and fill me full, i often wake wishing i had not slept. i feel sick, and it’s all

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77777 by PaleGreyGarden, literature

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77777

my body lies here, upon the unsatisfied border of your territory. disputes for estate scrawled on skin in impossible dialects. (i can hear you saying, "good things come to those who wait, but never for me." over and over.) you'd have yourself believe good things come wrapped up in sheets. i covet the illusion of your virtue. i can see horrors that no one believes upon bodies, upon lips, on loose and creasing screens of silver sateen weaves. my god has two hands, who i named mercy and consequence. right away, now, something heavy and back-breaking and resolute takes me in the oubliette of its arms. "love, there are greater crimes than

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June 29
Australia
Deviant for 13 years
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_{i write to express my feelings

i don't come here often but if youre a writer chuck me a watch and ill have a look at ur gallery + watch you back

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PaleGreyGarden

Feb 29, 2016

if i fight the urge to lie then let me fail and lie beside you

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Nov 25, 2015

a single lost condolence worth more than venus blinking wearily on the horizon over the bridge and by the solemn old sea now you know you must promise to me, take the time in the summer to sink your feet in this sand, i will do the same and somehow ...