“My guts are like ruins, you can’t do anything with a field of ruins so there’s no point in spitting on the rust while screaming. You have to let time do its job, the earth does not renew itself in a day, you have to be patient, even if it does not come without pain. We must let the grass grow back slowly and creep between the bones until it covers them, let the birds that had fled the din of arms return; you have to plant trees and water them, wait for them to grow too, for their roots to break up the carcasses and carry them deep into the ground. Patience, patience and kindness.”

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boys & girls are floating in space

A body released into space. Frozen, unable to move, to speak, to think, which can only — float. Wander like a lost extinct soul.

W A N D E R E R

It’s too much. It hurts like hell, I’m going to puke, I’m losing my mind.

So I let the cold sweeten my heart, the ice freezes my entrails for eternity. Among my intestines finally sleep my feelings; no more emotions.
Calm.

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his favorite place

“I wish I knew how to quit you, he said.”
Far up in the mountains,
mourns a soul drenched in an impossible love.
Mountains of memories and pain,
but still their forever favorite place.
They miss each other so much they can hardly stand it,
it’s too much, the world is so harsh
and there’s never enough time; never enough…
Love ain’t all mighty, even tho we’d like it to be.
Doesn’t change how much they love each other anyway.
For what it matters in the end…,

because now all they’ve got left is Brokeback Mountain.

May they meet again, where the mountain
touches the sky.

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Duskaz Pax

Duskaz Pax

Hammer poetry, and trash art. Transcriber for my mind, vulgar witness to my own fantasy; tragic psyche because so many things to scream. // war Pieta //