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Tongue Tied Tourniquets by navajo-sunshine, literature

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Tongue Tied Tourniquets

The night you died you stepped into my dreams to say goodbye and I couldn’t get the words out, and none of the pens would work on the scraps of paper I wanted to fill your pockets with, and all I could find was a ripped up journal entry that said “fucking, fuck, fuck, fuck” and we laughed knowingly with a shared look and screamed the words at the abyss as your arm slipped around my shoulder and I leaned into you one last time while you pulled me close. I could smell the cigarettes on your hoodie, face pressed to your chest, and I wanted to whisper “you’re the only one who ever made me feel beautiful”, but I didn’t because I was afraid the moment would shatter, and because I knew you’d have kissed my forehead and whispered back “because you are princess, fierce, and beautiful.” And I’d roll my eyes and murmur “we’re both liars” and you’d hold me tighter as our warmth intermingled breathing softly in my hair “this was never the lie”.

3 AM is for the dead by navajo-sunshine, literature

Autumn was Yours by navajo-sunshine, literature

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Autumn was Yours

Summer is just for me, I might find shards of you in the other months —the sharp slivers remnants of our hearts I shattered upon the kitchen floor where no matter how many times I’ve swept the lost pieces of you always find a way to stab my tender soul as I’m blithely dancing on bare feet, to a new song, at a new pace. —If you are the glass, then time is the tweezers that pulls you out, piece, by, piece.

Say it Again by navajo-sunshine, literature

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Say it Again

There’s something about the way my name rolls off your tongue in an even purr that makes me pause and want to make you say it again, and again. As if I’m a foreigner learning it for the first time, watching ever studious, the way each sound escapes your parted lips like falling rain, devoid of the hail like crash of vowels and consonants that usually make up the onomatopoeia that is me. There’s something in the low start as your tone drops into a meadow of gentle softness that leaves it like an open door to somewhere —an invitation I didn’t know I was on the guest list for, and I falter, unsure if I’m coming or going, —for there must have been some mistake, it couldn’t be for me, could it? But I want you to say it again, because now I think my name has been said wrong all my life, and I want to hear it from your lips once more —tender and alluring, like a lullaby I never learned the words to, so say it until I too know it by heart.

Mathematician by navajo-sunshine, literature

Flickering by navajo-sunshine, literature

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Flickering

It was September and the world smelled of tired leaves and stale flowers brushed a dusty gold beneath a well-worn sky. Like everything around us, I was exhausted. Pale hues of weariness had set in like termination dust upon the ever peaking summits of my excitement —but even that couldn’t freeze my lips of joy. Time seemed to cut in and out between scenes as we flickered about the old bones of an ever changing river bed. One moment we were listening to the rapid tattling of silty waters, and the next were wrapped tightly in the quiet sigh of grandfather cottonwoods. Here it seemed even the sun had slowed its energetic strut as its diminished rays nestled through the wrinkled giants around us dozing in the last beams of warmth before the season changed yet again. I suppose that’s what I liked —those flickering moments as they cast us into fireflies transversing the rolling tumble of a time of vibrant living into one of reposed slumber. It must be what pulled our own heavy eyelids

Missing by navajo-sunshine, literature

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Missing

I miss you in the afterimage of all the moments of my life that I feel something. In the ticking seconds past the precipice when reality comes back into steady focus, I want to reach for you… yet my finger tips find only air. The prosaic fact of your absence hangs stagnant as the distance between time continues to creep so to that even our memories have wobbled and tumble from orbit. Alas, if only I had been a star sparkling into wishes as I fell, then perhaps you’d have caught me when all I wished was for your arms around my heart.

7.13.21 by navajo-sunshine, literature

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7.13.21

I know I shower you in adoration like a summer downpour, and perhaps sometimes it’s too much, and yet, I want to flood away the deserts of your parched past, spilling forth from the veins of your heart like the flood waters of the Nile, caressing away the old and depositing a new fertile landscape meso- …potential -the cradle of our life. I want to till my hands into the soft soil of your soul, planting seeds of meaning, like hard shelled pits that will someday spilt forth into seedlings of fulfillment; green stocks into steady trunks, fragrant flowers into vibrant fruit, so that in our wiser years we can sit beneath their shade, stomachs distended, hands sticky with the sweet juice and ripe flesh of joy. I want to toil with you beneath the hot sun, fighting beside you against vermin and pests, as side by side we nurture a plethora of crops, sustained in the satisfaction of our efforts, satiated, and grateful, rich in the fall harvest of memories, stored in glass jars, on cool

Wind and Strings by navajo-sunshine, literature

Amputee Hearts by navajo-sunshine, literature

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Amputee Hearts

Amputee Hearts Grief is going to stand up and forgetting a part of you was removed as you fall to the ground. It’s the amputation of something. Expected or un. The awareness that there’s no arm to reach with, or the stark reminder of a prosthetic —a better than nothing fit for a missing piece. Hope is the phantom pains that scream across dying pathways, “that piece of you is still here.” It’s the reality your mind swears itself against. Again. The denial that there’s nothing but empty space to hold you, or foolish overcompensation —a brokenness you learn to live around. 5/8/20

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Meet Me On the Mountain Top by navajo-sunshine, literature

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Meet Me On the Mountain Top

She found her way through the fading dark on a long forgotten game trail, mindlessly taking the switchbacks back and forth making her way to the top. As she strode from the timberline she scampered across tumbling rock face lost in thought until she saw him sitting there feet dangling over the precipice, eyes lost searching for something in the mist below. She plopped down beside him knees wrapped tightly to her chest, sighing as she laid her head on his shoulder. For the first time in a long time there was silence in her head as she sat there barely breathing as the air of safety he always provided settled over her. She could feel the cold brushing away the warmth from her skin, as her body relaxed. He didn’t look at her, and she continued his stare out into the misty nothingness rising up around them. She knew the silence was creeping up on him, but she didn’t care, she didn’t have it in her to break the silence. Finally he glanced at her, disapproval crossing his lips, “what are you

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Tongue Tied Tourniquets by navajo-sunshine, literature

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Tongue Tied Tourniquets

3 AM is for the dead by navajo-sunshine, literature

Autumn was Yours by navajo-sunshine, literature

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Autumn was Yours

Say it Again by navajo-sunshine, literature

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Say it Again

Mathematician by navajo-sunshine, literature

Flickering by navajo-sunshine, literature

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Flickering

Missing by navajo-sunshine, literature

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Missing

7.13.21 by navajo-sunshine, literature

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7.13.21

Wind and Strings by navajo-sunshine, literature

Amputee Hearts by navajo-sunshine, literature

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Amputee Hearts

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Trepidation by myriadwhitedarkness, literature

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Trepidation

3/18/23 I want to believe, that if I turn into your arms enough, the world and its troubles, will melt away and dissolve, into the silvered pools, of your eyes. If I hold you long enough, if I count the cobbles, at the riverbed while you, talk to the birds, would it be enough? The universe is a giant, knocking at the castle doors, and I am afraid the longer, I let it bang on the gates, the less time I will have, to go out to parley; to beg for peace and if not peace, to take the sword and slay, the black splotch at the doorstep, before it crosses over the threshold, and stains the corridors with death. The encroaching cold, of inevitability is the closest thing, to consistency I have ever known. If you look beyond, the warmth I pour into my words, you will find the letters, are bristling with teeth and sharp edges. I am so afraid cutting us open, on the dagger-like apex of, my nascent, cynical incisors. My court-date with dread, at the throne of Misgivings, holds such a

star-thief, crow king by myriadwhitedarkness, literature

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star-thief, crow king

The caretaker of Night has enough poems to fill his halls paved in galaxies and tears. His neck is adorned with translucent pearls infinite and wailing... ...each a wordless ballad. What Ǎzarʾēl lacks in sonnets, he reaps in companions... ...willing and not, yet each one bright. Statuesque and adorning his citadel, bejeweled. Beringed in aeons swaddled in the silk of eternal sleep. For all the billowing ink of those fathoms, his domain is nothing but blinding. Astral swindler... sovereign crāwe on a scintillated roost, feathered and croaking the dirge of the cemetery. We, in our billions march into the gloom of his arms Unseeing, a line of mechanical fireflies into the event horizon of the Unknown. Does he know his empire holds the bards of Elysium? Does he know how bright the soul is, in the everlasting embrace of the silk of gloaming beyond the final veil?

mysa by myriadwhitedarkness, literature

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mysa

I'm not a mystery at all. When the illusion of my silences fade, when the fascination with my fathoms are replaced with my speech, when my habit of taking things too literally staggers to the forefront...you'll see. I'm an incurable romantic in love with sweetness and gentleness, despite the fact my walls are inappropriately high with very few footholds. I'm less the conqueror and more the disorganized librarian, sprinting around my book-choked solar gibbering over the latest novel I've managed to make into my weekly obsession. My hair is always a disaster. I'm mostly made of coffee, honestly. Pages make more sense than the fickleness of people; so do cats, consoles, tea and cable-knit sweaters. My needs aren't that broad or vast, I'm content with what I have and irritated when it changes because it means I probably have to get out of something fuzzy and comfortable to deal with something I didn't ask for. I love myself in short, determined jogs and tend to heavily

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Home by KhazDA, literature

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Home

Houses made of sulfur, men made of ash The soul sits and yearns, for the wave that will not crash Between insanity and reason, ghosts find strength to kill Shadows that need no light, linger on the shore still Gasping to choke on water, sirens sing their tune, praying to each other, celebrating their doom Dreams of monsters and mayhem, welcome children into sleep Caressed by pain eternal, risen into the deep Frozen by corrupt flames, comforted in being alone, surrounded by figments, I've found my home

Oh yes by ryckii-iz-alaski, literature

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Oh yes

there was something in the way she said 'Please I need you help' It told me of the misery and anguish she had felt I could see that she was one and I was one with her nothing could have ever changed the feelings deep in my core i said 'Ill do anything to see you smile once more' ill even turn back time for you so we can live like once before but suddenly she dissipated and i still don't understand why nothing lasts forever why there's still blood on my hands.

Blind by TeskaAraen, literature

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Blind

It's back again. I can see it hanging over your shoulder. It's like... a monster. Waiting to eat you. And it looks so hungry too. Can you see it? I wonder that sometimes as I watch you go from class to class. But there's no way you couldn't see it. It's so big and dark and ominous. Like a shadow, but solid. And it stands so close to you. You could smell it's breath, if you turned your head the right way. Sometimes it hides. Like when you laugh. Suddenly it'll be gone, and if I look hard enough, I might find it, hiding in your bag, or under your books. But it doesn't always hide, and it always comes back. Does it have a name? Her monster i

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May 4
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She drew people to her,

Like a camp fire on a late summer night,

We gathered around,

And threw whatever we wanted to lose into her,

our past, our hurts, our sorrow,

and sometimes ourselves

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navajo-sunshine

Feb 16, 2021

Detour High School Sweet Hearts

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Remember that night some 12 years ago, where I snuck out and you picked me up and we drove to —— pass. I want to say the sneaking out was my idea and the destination was yours. But I do know that when we reached that snow covered parking lot and some 8’’ of snow the turning around was your idea and the “what’s the worst that can happen?” was mine —and that’s how we ended up “parked” in the snow, feet on the dash staring at the stars. I know you thought my bemused smirk was at the fact we didn’t get stuck and that I’d once again found adventure in the ordinary, but it wasn’t. It was amusement that together we somehow gave each other permission to shrug off words like “reasonable” and “responsible” and forget words like “control” and “consequences”. That night is one of my favorite memories as the stars pressed bright against the inky darkness and the wide open freedom called to throw open the door and lay in the cold on your windshield with the warmth of the engine seeping into my

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navajo-sunshine

Dec 31, 2020

20/20

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This year has been a year of radical self love, a year of pouring all the love I’ve always given to others into myself. It’s been a year of self indulgence and selfishness. This year I didn’t tell myself no for any of my wants. How odd that the more love I poured into myself the more that spilt out around me? For in the midst of the chaos that 2020 has been my relationships got stronger, my joy deeper, and my priorities bloomed in self-centric hues. I once said leaving my 6 year relationship was the hardest thing I ever did, not because of the person I left behind, but because I threw myself out of the life that had been expected of me. A life I was suppose to want but didn’t. I thought that moment was hard because I stopped living under the suffocating shade of elitism and leapt for a path back into my small town roots -the last place I had remember feeling joy, feeling myself. Little did I know that the hardest thing would instead become shattering not only my heart but that of

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navajo-sunshine

Jul 29, 2020

Old Paths

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Written: May 1, 2020 In honor of it being mental health awareness month and my profession. A few months ago I fell apart. My friends had watched it building for months as I swore over and over that “it’s fine, no worries” and I thought it was. I thought my pure stubbornness of will, my fortitude, my persistent resilience, would hold everything together like seamless welds, but instead it was nothing more than duct tape in quickly dropping temperatures. I opened my private practice, I applied for PA school, I overloaded my schedule at my main job from the required 18 clients to 30+ —because someone needed to see them — my relationship... well the individualism became clear in the end. February hit and I was drowning. I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t eat. I was an odd combination of amped up and exhausted all at once. I knew things were slipping yet I thought pure grit could get me through... that is until all the urges of my perfectionist youth returned. Scared I started looking for

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Thanks for the !

You have some great pieces!

derby115

Dec 8, 2011

I would love to see some of your new writng!

navajo-sunshine

Jan 20, 2012

I'm working on setting up a new blog. I destroyed my old laptop so I took a break from writing for a while because it just didn't seem right writing on a busted screen. It distracted my focus and made my thoughts feel fragmented. But I'll make sure I facebook you a new da account or a blog address. I haven't quite decided what I want to do. I've reached a new phase in my life and feel like a change in identity from navajo-sunshine needs to be made. I've finally figured out what my new pseudoname will be though which is progress! It's combines the old and the new into a continually progressing identity. Which will make more sense later. But it's like in the various indigenous tribes where people have various names at various points in their lives that mark their personal growth. I just have to figure out how to write it all down so the change makes sense before I introduce the new person I've become in this new stage.

At the moment I'm actually working on setting up a blog and am on here to find good picture to use as a background haha.

The thirteen year old myspace modifier in me is quite is excited to mod a webpage again!
Anyway, hopefully I'll be sending you the new set up soon! Possibly tonight depending how it all goes

derby115

Jan 27, 2012

Thanks I got it. I love the new stuff.

navajo-sunshine

Feb 23, 2012

Thanks, it's a slow start. But a start nevertheless.

joufancyhuh

Jul 15, 2010

Thanks for the fave.