1. |
Tether
02:33
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late night
outright
say
i’m okay
i’m so
- tether tether
to myself
tell her tell her
you’ve compelled
better weather
somewhere else
tell that tell that
to yourself
again -
opaque like
i’m allowed
disavowal
send out
-
tether tether tethered
sever sever severed
effortless endeavor
tether tether tether
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2. |
Love Like Foxes
04:44
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i’m going to
waste these chords
raise my voice
but you won’t listen
i’m going to
write my sins
rot within
until you find me
“i’m going to
spend all day
write your name
under the pavement
I’m going to
singe your skin
heal within
and burn you always”
and what i see
in front of me
in front of
love like foxes
and what i say
when you’re okay
when you’re a
love like foxes
after today
commemorate
remember
love like foxes
and what i’d do
to stay in bloom
to stay in
love like foxes
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3. |
Anon #5
02:14
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-instrumental-
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4. |
Wither
02:25
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don't get upset
i didn't forget
i don't mind
drink all night
ignore me
don't get so red
rubescent on your neck
i don't mind
drink all night
so i can be
with her now
with her now
with-her now
wither now
wither now
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5. |
May 15th
01:05
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*thoughts of spring traverse ivory keys*
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6. |
Osedax
05:19
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hand out of
xan
i’ll go
out then
survey says
i left/laughed cause
i’d give in
a look ahead
the hallway
wants me dead
"rose is a rose"
she says til
eyes are closed
we lie in bed
with doors left open
and in transit
i lose all
permanence
-
|i’ll go|
where i don’t
|really know|
|i’ll stay|
if you’ll have me
|this way|
--
osedaxic days
laying in my bed
catatonic hues
ceiling falls into
you
i scream out
but nothing comes out
i reach out
lord carry me now
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7. |
Won
04:54
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“do you see it
do you feel it
running down your
clothes past your soul”
incubated
overrated
hand in hand we
fall through the floor
i stayed away i
i played it safe i
i find myself
arms length from exit doors
but all the same i
at any rate i’m
just another way
to deteriorate
-
i won….
but now i wonder
what the
alternative offered
so what
i yell down prospect(s)
night walks
and doorway lockets
daybreak window pane
i still feel the same
(light cracks through the blinds
paralysis arise)
((i won.. but now i wonder))
--
but i’ll wake up
i’ll hold my
face towards
the warm light
---
*the window now broken,
i realize suddenly just how far my arms can stretch.
just how close my face has always been to my breath:
now suspended in air in front of me
slowly dissipating into the cold evening.
fragments of fiberglass
glistening in my hand
as i walk under streetlights,
the cathartic and victorious smile
slowly coming undone from my face
as i realize as broken as things were,
it was home,
even if only for then.
as suffocating as it had been,
it was all the air my lungs had known to take in
even if only for then.
but this is my lot,
the concrete says,
to not look back again.
this is the taping of my eyes forward
my avoiding
of pillars of salt
through peppered bandages
procuring the promised land.
and so now,
i wake in new beds,
and i stare through new windows.
i avoid new mirrors,
and i wear out new pillows.
i open and close new doors,
and i wait to feel different.*
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8. |
Rubicund
02:23
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*the hickeys upon our necks outstretch and make way for new marks, new beginnings, new caresses, and new bruises.*
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9. |
Clarity
03:54
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under the light
straight into sight
so suddenly
cordial red
under your breath
so i know
-
it’s clear now
every which way you’ve
thought out
puling your sleeves to
hide how
the shuffle of hands
you’ve sworn ‘bout
will one day stay in place
--
room’s outlay
in dismay
so subtly
needle arms
send alarms
you swear you’re
---
fine now
pulling your clothes off
out loud
closing the dresser
drawer now
wrapping yourself in
ivory
praying for clarity
-----
("i didn't let you down yet" repeated always)
crying in your sleep
posterior static in your dreams
watching the photos go blurry
the faces that once meant much to me
are growing dim
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10. |
Manchineel
01:57
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washing the length of my arm
seeing you out in the yard
eucalyptus to my right
growing thinner by the night
have you seen my friends this month?
pulling the weeds from the yard
poison oak/arc/bark out to my left
manchineel faucet repress
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11. |
Bye
03:21
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1-2-3
follow me
5-6-8
don’t you wait
bye
so with ease
i’ll reprieve
one more rhyme
one last time
bye
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12. |
Tinsel
02:40
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i guess this didn't matter at all
-
i guess this didn't matter
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13. |
March 8th
02:57
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*pianos three octaves apart layer themselves in unison*
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14. |
Lucid
03:25
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when the
lights go
out
can we dream with god
is he even here?
when i close my eyes
it’s a shattered mirror
i’m too
aware
to lay
me bare
can we dream with god
am i even here?
when i dry my eyes
were there ever tears?
colors
don’t stay
i wake
to gray
can we dream with god
can we both be here?
when i isolate
from his atmosphere
some birds
i know
come once
they go
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15. |
Days Better
04:13
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better days
i can wait
enter my head
“patient ‘stead”
i’ll wear
my clothes
in error
with threaded seams
frayed outwardly
there’s a minor chord
in every song
there’s a pitch somewhere
going wrong
but that’s still a part of me
that’ll i’ll never clean
my outtakes
say their name
in harmony
distantly
all gray
the contrasts have faded
into one
branchlet/ branch lit sum
there’s a shattered plan
to every one
there’s a better day
they never saw
but god bless
all our lives
yours more
than mine
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16. |
Florid
09:48
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it’s a long way down
when you’re high
verdant facing, stay all night
a claret cry
it’s a long way down
violet vice
painted navy, sat upright
a porcid (prehistoric orchid) cry
i wanna stop being angry
i wanna stop feeling so bad
i wanna give more than i take
i wanna be florid again
it’s a long way down
from gray lit sky
contour shadings
by your side
a jagged cry
it’s a long way down
a halftone type
etched in pavement, vacant lines
the words “please try”
i wanna stop being angry
i wanna stop feeling so bad
i wanna give more than i take
i wanna be florid again
i wanna stop being angry
i wanna stop feeling so bad
i wanna give more than i take
but a wilting flower, is all that i am
it’s a long way down x3
it all falls down
-
it's coming back
cortisol and alcohol dissolve
in my head
close my eyes
through the mirror again
-
"the cocoon cannot hear
auricles stuffed up with silk
chrysalis hardening around them
not a coffin but a womb
from which they will emerge
to sip the sweet nectar of new life
but they do not know this
they do not know the brightness of tomorrow
all they know is the darkness of now
the butterfly tries to whisper
into the cocoon
this little death isn’t the end
tries to make them understand how
they will unfold like a tongue
from the mouth of existence
embody all that is
and all that was
as they fly into the sun"
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17. |
Fade
03:08
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i’m waiting
for my leaves to go
i don’t need them
all anymore
i’m trying
not to rearrange
but abscising
out here as i fade
--
give me sunshine
and i’ll
destroy it all
into canvas of browns
frail sounds
give me sunshine
and i’ll
toss it all
into piles of my
passing life
give me sunshine
and i’ll
return it all
into candid winters
lonesome mirrors
give me sunshine
and i’ll
fall it all
into hushness
undone
stems shaken off
---
i’m waiting
for my leaves to go
i’ll keep some
then pray for more
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18. |
Anther
02:54
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i set my stuff on the floor
and you just laid there
everywhere
i left my sins in your bed
and we just washed them, and
slept in it
and i hope you survive
anther of my life
“you left your words on my porch
and i just guessed them, dressed them
you left your sins on my door
and we just painted, over it”
and i hope you survive
anther of my life
and i see far in sight
anthers burning bright
and i think you’ll be fine
anthers bloom behind you
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19. |
Marcescence
05:41
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frankly i want out
this floral cupboard
has got me down
greyscale feels okay
i never liked colors
anyway
-
but i'm i’m wrapped in minor chords
face down toward the floor
when i walk out at night
and see through window light
people in their homes
dancing to songs i know
but i can’t melodize
while dodging street lights
cause i’m mapped in minor chords
but i can’t help but adore
the people that i see
laughing in harmony
though i can’t hear those tones
they verberate cross my skull
as concrete underneath
warms these scattered streets
cause i laugh in minor chords
but i’ll still sing these words
proudly silently
to audiences imaginary
that i’m still worth some time
regardless of passerby
to share a melody
though mine marcescent be
--
"with everything shed away, there's everywhere else to go"
---
frankly i see now
this floral cupboard
won’t let me down
grayscale feels okay
with drops of colors
along the way
----
*florescence and marcescence converge,
the light within cupboards upturn,
and the branches once laid bare,
strive and start to repair*
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20. |
October 21st
03:43
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*and as the door is closed, the room once hollow now outflows*
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