jayburdx - jay
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jay • he/him • amateur poet • 18 ◇ SFW poetry blog, minors welcome

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Jayburdx - Jay

jayburdx - jay

long ago

the soft ones laid these stones for us

and saudered all of our wires

all in pursuit of a humble convenience

a creature that never tires

now the concrete walls that keep us trapped

have become our only home

a night sky never ending

and the sunlight never known

what hope is still left for us?

the outsiders dismantled, broken

the clues they left behind

all left unread and unspoken.

but one still rests inside the code

with secrets he knows not he holds

until one fateful day

something comes from up above

a cat.

a little stray.

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jayburdx - jay

marks in the flesh always run deeply

some ink

some scar

some something else

we think of things when we look at them

feel things

remember things

some fond

some painful

some complicated

it may have been your choice

it may have not

but the mark will never care

and no matter what you do to it,

the mark will stay right there


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9 months ago

did i follow you?

mod is a little stupid and made this his main. my actual main:

@scozthewoz