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 Apr 19 James Ignotus
Shrimp
You
I wish
The oxygen I breathe
Was shared with you.
Every breath intermingling,
Like God simply intended for us.

I find you
In every little thing I do,
In every song I sing,
Every word I write.

If I was any weaker,
I think I'd run far away from you,
Not out of hatred,
But out of fear
Because you're so perfect,
And I'm so damaged.
I don't want to ruin you.
 Apr 18 James Ignotus
nivek
sweet finesse from heart fully realised
journey undertook and accomplished

to have reached another beginning
the jump off to eternity

happiness found in peacefulness
sunworshiping yellow tulips and daffodils

Spring come again slaking thirst
blue sky blue sea, the cries of seagulls.
You know they love you
When they let you
Ugly cry
Into their new clean crisp
White shirt
With makeup on.
So there I stood in between the heavens and earth
Doubting if I should stay there
Or go
No one to call for me
To look for me
Leaving was what felt the best
For me and everyone
So there I stood
watching everyone in a white dress
I am incapable of writing
So don't try to convince me that  
I possess countless poetic ideas.

Because at the end of the day,  
I see only failures in every attempt.  
And I'm not about to lie by saying that  
each setback helps me along.

Because no matter what,  
                        I feel trapped in a cycle of mediocrity.                        
And I am in no position to believe that  
true inspiration dwells within me.

For even in my darkest musings,  
Am I as uninspired as my doubts proclaim?
Backwards poems are so fun to write! They take away my writer's block!
I should've counted the days
When you were here 
Now I count every second
That you're not here
_
                   𝙸 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚜.
                         𝙱𝚒𝚐 𝙱𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎.
                             𝙸’𝚖 𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙽𝚎𝚠𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔,
                                   𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚟𝚎.

                                   𝙷𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢.
                                   𝙿𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚎.
                                 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎?
                𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝙿𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗𝚜.

𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠.
𝐵𝑖𝑔 𝐵𝑟𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑝𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟.
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑒𝑠.
𝑇𝑟𝑢𝑡ℎ 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑒. 𝐿𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑤.

                                                           ­             𝐈 ꞧꬲ𝐚𝐝 ꝡꜧ𝐚𝐭 ꝡ𝐚ꞩ ꝭꭴꞧꞵꭵ𝐝𝐝ꬲꝴ.
                                                      ­                        𝐈 𝐮ꝴꞓꭴꝟꬲꞧꬲ𝐝 𝐭ꜧꬲꭵꞧ 𝐝ꬲꞓꬲꭵ𝐭.
                                                         ­                                      𝐈 𝐭ꞧꭵꬲ𝐝 𝐭ꭴ ꜧꭵ𝐝ꬲ,
                                                          𝕭­𝖚𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖈𝖆𝖓'𝖙 𝖊𝖘𝖈𝖆𝖕𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖈𝖗𝖎𝖒𝖊.

𝐈 ꞵꬲꝇꭵꬲꝟꬲ𝐝 𝐈 ꞓꭴ𝐮ꝇ𝐝 ꞵꬲ ꞩ𝐚ꝭꬲ.
ꮦꜧꬲꝩ ꞧꭵꝓꝓꬲ𝐝 𝐚ꝡ𝐚ꝩ ꝳꝩ 𝐝ꭵꞩ𝐠𝐮ꭵꞩꬲ.
𝐌ꝩ ꝡꭴꞧ𝐝ꞩ, 𝐚 ꝭ𝐚𝐭𝐚ꝇ ꝭꝇ𝐚ꝡ.
𝐌ꝩ 𝐭ꜧꭴ𝐮𝐠ꜧ𝐭ꞩ, 𝐝𝐚ꝳꝴꭵꝴ𝐠 ꝓꞧꭴꭴꝭ.

                                     𝙸 𝚃𝚁𝚄𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝚂 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝙼𝙴,
                                     𝚈𝙴𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝙱𝙴𝚃𝚁𝙰𝚈𝙴𝙳 𝙼𝙴 𝚃𝙾𝙾.
                                       𝙴𝚅𝙴𝙽 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝚂𝙲𝚁𝙸𝙿𝚃𝙴𝙳.
                                               𝙽𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 IS 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙻.

                                      𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝙲𝙰𝙼𝙴, 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝚃𝙾𝙾𝙺 𝙼𝙴,
                                       𝙳𝚁𝙰𝙶𝙶𝙴𝙳 𝙼𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙸𝙻𝚄𝚅.
                                 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝚂𝙷𝙾𝚅𝙴𝙳 𝙼𝙴 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙾 𝚁𝙾𝙾𝙼 𝟷𝟶𝟷.
                  𝚆𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝙼𝙴𝙽 𝙶𝙾 𝙼𝙰𝙳 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚆𝙸𝚂𝙳𝙾𝙼 𝙼𝙴𝙴𝚃𝚂 𝙸𝚃𝚂 𝙳𝙾𝙾𝙼.

                                                      𝑰 𝑭𝙤𝒖𝙜𝒉𝙩.
                                                       𝑰 𝑺𝙬𝒐𝙧𝒆.
                                                     𝙄 𝙍𝒆𝙨𝒊𝙨𝒕𝙚𝒅.

                                                     ᴬᵗ ˡᵉᵃˢᵗ... ᴵ ᵗʳⁱᵉᵈ.

                                                    2 plus 2 is 4.  

                                                            No.­

                                                    2 plus 2 is 4.

                                                         Wrong.

                                                    2 plus 2 is 4.

                                                           Lies.

                                                    2 plus 2 is 5.

War is peace.  
                            Freedom is slavery.

                                                       ­            IGNORANCE IS STRENGTH.

                                                    ᴹʸ­ ᑫᵘᵉˢᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʳᵘᵗʰ.
                                                  ᴹʸ ᶠᶦᵍʰᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ᵏⁿᵒʷˡᵉᵈᵍᵉ.
                                                  ᴴᵉʳᵉ­, ᵇᵒᵗʰ ᵐᵉᵉᵗ ᶦⁿˢᵃⁿᶦᵗʸ.
                                                   No oₙe eₛcᵃpₑs.
                                            Evᵉn aᶠtₑr bₑlᶦeᵥiⁿg tʰe lᶦeₛ.
                                             Wᵢnˢtₒn was nₑvᵉr aˡiᵥe.
                                           N̸̗̰̝͙̽͌͒̉̎̀̀̈́̓̈́ô̷̧̲̠͊͗͊̎͐͝w̷̧͚͉͎̤͍̳̙̝̃̓̄̄̈́͂̎̓ t̴̯̼̺̘̐̑̀̏͋̊̔ḧ̶̢̧̦̣̫́̌͂à̶͓̞̽̈́̎ţ̷̗͎̞̄̊̉̐ Į̶̨̩͙̬̤̹͕̽ͅ’̷̯͎͕̟̩̟͕̜̣̉̄̋͜l̵͎͗l̵̨̛̞̙̣͔̈́̚ b̸͎̻̤̤̻͉̙̬̣͇̐ȩ̴̨̹̳͔̪́̊̋̅̀͘͜͠͠ v̴̱̰̹͖̠̪̻̔́͜a̸̡͖̲̽̿͑̍̕ͅp̸̻͂̀̾͆́͋̽́́͐o̸̖͖͇̘̾̈́̌͝͝r̶̛̞͎̃̈͒i̷̡̲͙̍̀z̴͂­̯̓͊̇͝͝e̴͉̺̘͎̹̼̫̫̾̓̄̚͜d̷̛͉͈̭̖̟́̍͊͐̚͠.̴̧̨̼̫̹̋͐̊̊͜͠ͅ



            ­                                                   _
i want to peel your skin back
and reveal your deepest sweetness.
to look at your veins
and memorize their paths.
maybe then i’d understand
why you are so rough on the outside.
it takes a lot of work,
digging your fingernails into the flesh,
pulling and pulling until you are bare.
but it is all worth it;
to visit your center,
to break past what conceals you,
and take you apart
slice by slice.
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