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two honey bees scribble
across Rupi’s milk
her tragic black paperback
blooms

on a blank kitchenette
empty plastic cup
waiting for a purpose
I tell it
“go”
but who am I to
say anything

Rupi says it all

if her grace has been missed
you should find it
gather up her past
in her shadow
and twist it
into purple origami

for me to dry
each drop
that falls because
of ways men
have touched her

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maggie mae poetry, desert poetry, poetry about relationships, dark poetry, dark literature

the hardest part of loving her desert is
knowing that it did not come
from you

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it doesn’t matter that she is blank
to you
i see her
scribbled in fine
point

so many want her
temptation
I am not alone

in this I have thought
about her since
childhood

so many have had her
some by accident
or not – no matter –
when she craves
a taste of you
she will have you

some do not want her
cold caress
stealing their breath

but others – like me
flirt with her heavy
want
zero our rifles
just enough
to taste silver
before

for me and sarah

Your rage is inverted
a past and a storm
mixing, a cocktail
spiked by Her laughter
_____

a stork blocks Heaven from
any chance of Me
the courts
are eternal in
God’s eyes

so I am the sea now
I am green and
unstable
______

We move in calm procession
a block steadies our
thoughts – Her glass, Her great
fish jaws, and soon We are
lanterns floating high-tide

by every way the Earth breathes
We should meet with dead
shoulders, shrugged
off Each Other
______

I follow beauty like
a shadow, I live
miraculously hollow
waiting on lies
laying on My altar
______

You question every raw answer
a priest walking on
water, take My meteor!
Eat it.
Your world might
multiply if We feed it.
_____

We are Mighty brave
in a rotten state, two Wretches
hard-boiled,
crawling on the surface

They can’t see us as ants –
take my hair off
fate grudges
the snakes are coming
______

I have lost My ending
You beg cold against
the same heat in Hell
I ran away from

What are We then?
We chance ourselves
to nothing –

He crosses Seven
times despite
the waves of Our Ocean
_____

Let’s leave Him to His handsome
His misery is His to drown in

in a moment

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a moment like that
like this
is crucial

lightning strikes,
dry heat
radiation
takes place

of
the sweet kiss
on my cold shoulder

I find seconds
in days
that last
forever waiting
to speak

whisper even

because tragedy
has hands
that rip through
this soul

this particular soul
that sleeps
like a demon
in benediction

that opens a
bloodshot
mouth
in his direction –

even the desert would
freeze over
if it knew him

ghost

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my sun starts sleepy
on this side of
ecstasy

rolling in deep
sudden
pulsating
submission

his shadow aligns
with time
that belongs to
none

stars are ever burning
love

do not forget me

Dystopia

seattle poetry, bipolar poetry, depression poetry, dark poetry, maggiemae poetry

out there
rain lives
and breathes
and falls asleep
the way I want to

instead
I stay

eat cactus

fry worms on black top

undress for men
I don’t want

touch
every
square
inch

like its you

because its how i feel

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thick wind has come back
I’m under attack
take my heart back
black thunder
rips across the land

the sky’s dry
tri-tip
frying like I
fingertips split black
powder
sit back
venom drips down my throat
I spit back

a damned sky cracks
white lightning flash
backs
words clash so fast
blast from the past

a knife
and a shadow
a ghost
in the past tense
I can see through
me and you
quicksand
compact

a solid path
blood bath

peel me apart
I’m see through
deep deep breath 

fuck you

Helios Unconquered

a blue bird twines
of wire
where sunflowers grow

your air is twisted
like she
unthawed
in your
affection

an aroma far
from lonely

i find dizziness
underneath
liquor

we are empty
never simultaneously

the glass is warped
i’ve stood here forever
waiting
for the
freeze to pass

Helios in
a winter solstice
unconquered

I am fire and light

come to me

to mine

mining: the extraction of valuables

a fresh element, raw
fire starter –
dripping language
from his pores

who speaks
but you?

I do

rock dusts are risky
but I will
breathe through

demand is high
pressurized coal
flows like
water
and that is not
my desire

chemistry is mixing
air into
asphyxiation
but I am
fixated

on the way
the world tilts
when I make out
with your layers
and veins

and even though 1,549 died in China
that way;
due to

I will not abandon you

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