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by terra nova » Fri Feb 28, 2020 3:30 am
My Sun
his gold flares through my window in puddles and shards
and I’m cross-legged with a hand of cards
a royal flush. unending blush.
both on his face and at my fingertips.
the heat sits across from me in all of his
blinding radiance, ultraviolet glory,
showing no poker face
I bleed hearts for him,
he spills compliments like I fish for them.
the sun drips honey from every pore.
and I burn.
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by terra nova » Sun Mar 01, 2020 9:51 am
a simple thing
My veins have branched across this earth
And soaked in every song
Just to find what I was missing
Just to find where I belong
My one goal was to find you
And soon enough I did
What a quaint sensation
Never ran or hid
The connection we have
Is as deep as can be
You are safe here at last
Now we both can be free
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by terra nova » Mon Mar 02, 2020 5:45 pm
silicon dioxide
his gardens are made of
cough syrup bottles,
bright rocks and things
that mermaids dream about
sometimes i think i can smell the cave
coming off of them,
damp and cold and dark.
i tell you
they look like springtime in tahiti
but feel
like darkest winter
in the ural mountains
and i can see
his face in them i swear
but radiant
refracted
another universe where
he was created
out of melted down marbles
it's the only art
i've ever seen
that i immediately
want to understand
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by terra nova » Wed Mar 11, 2020 4:04 am
rattle
there's something wrong today
something in the air maybe
it smells wrong
smells like insecurity
but it smells good from behind the child-proof screen
of your bedroom window
if i drove up in my truck today
to pick you up
if i came and scooped you into the passenger
you would get in with me and wave
goodbye to your flat
your life
your washer and dryer
your rotting garden
goodbye to the bugs buzzing
against the screen
and you'd laugh as the wind kicked up in our hair
and you'd say hello i love you
hello it's so nice to see you
again and thank you
thank you for rescuing me
at last
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by terra nova » Sun Mar 15, 2020 9:58 am
Lunasper
The boy in the moon dreams in twilight
while the stars are all hidden, and sad.
'Till the eastern horizon starts calling him back
back to the launch pad.
At nighttime he'll put on a smile,
and he'll whisper that all will be well
as the nightmares of daytime are fading
in my arms, where he fell.
He'll whine and he'll turn in his slumber
as my warmth like a vacuum surrounds.
Safe and with comfort, my space alien
does not make a sound.
And this is forever his orbit.
And this is why on the full moon,
sometimes I'm up late, strange, transforming-
becoming as mad as a loon.
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by terra nova » Fri Mar 20, 2020 3:52 am
[i]Open Up
I have to open my eyes
more than I open my mind
because he runs and flies and returns
like a pertinent kite,
ghosting itself through the forests
it's of little use to close my eyes
because nothing costs me to dream you awake,
and I know it is love,
with an absence of negligence
But the idea of you
is the one I like the most
because it is a neverending runway
I can lose myself without mercy
in the maze of your tracks
without losing my waking state, you
you don't weigh me down
and you don't hurt me
because you exist in my heart valves
and you don't leave me, and you don't forget me
because you know me
I speak with mirrors, I sing to the windows
spent, wasted vocal cords
simple and pristine as you
while the cold outside mimics my wrongs
We carve with illusions
tying a delicate bow
tied together in our dreams
where we can plan everything
our destiny there, never fleeting
because I tell you, "open"
and there you are
And so I know that I love you evermore
tangible, perfectly corrigible
because you are unbreakable
and the only necessary effort is to think about yourself
and then you exist
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by terra nova » Tue Mar 24, 2020 3:45 am
Short: This Is Not A Home
It’s four AM and the house at the end of the block has all its lights on, every single one from the kitchen overhead to the attic light-bulb. The yellow glow they produce shines out of each window like the house is trying to contain some ancient force that refuses to surrender, instead bursting out at every orifice. All its doors are open to the warm night wind, propped by chairs and sofa cushions and in one place, a fish tank. The one shining goldfish within the glass darts confused from one end of the habitat to the other, flashing in the yellow light. The interior of the house is bare and blindingly bright. Two people are talking, barely audible even in the silence of the street, in the basement where the light glows more fluorescent; more white. Their voices rise and fall like something dreamed up behind the generators at the state fair one night back when someone’s parents were children. No one else is awake.
The whispering continues as the house glows like a huge jack o’ lantern, like a bug zapper, like an airfield landing strip. It is swelled to maximum volume with the lights all pouring out its cracks. A twenty-foot radius is lit like a spotlight, everything blazing calmly in the summer air. There is the sound of a glass hitting one of the basement walls, and the lights all shut off, the block engulfed suddenly in darkness. The goldfish hangs in place in its aquarium, stunned. A dog two doors down falls asleep. Slowly, the doors begin to close creaking on their hinges, and the house deflates.
‘This is not a home,’ says one of the whispers from the dark basement.
Venetian half-blinds descend, and the other voice doesn’t answer. The goldfish’s tank lies broken on the sidewalk.
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by terra nova » Wed Apr 01, 2020 4:58 am
Aether
I awoke to the sound
of dark wind all around,
as I'm falling towards black holes and marrow.
It's alright, mind your head--
space is low overhead,
and the path through the starlight is narrow.
So my mind danced around
'till I found solid ground,
and I got all the brain I could borrow;
mind your manners, he said,
as he strolled through my head,
and I guessed I'd be better tomorrow.
And they say you can fly,
if you stare at the sky
and pretend you're not bound by the law.
Clear the clouds, breathe in space,
find your guiding and face
the expanse with a little withdrawal.
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