Loki Listens

poetry, actually worth reading for the first time in a long time.

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Again, you were warned. I’ve felt very poetic lately. —- I forget that I’m falling away from you. Please hold me. Don’t let go. I can’t stand to feel the air on my skin. —- Jack Lhasa I Listen. Poetry

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I marked it. The warning label: Poetry is attached. Read at your own risk. —– Upwards you lift me. In your eyes, I never fell. I’m still far from my prime, and many years to go, and even further from falling. Thank you, for giving me someone to believe in. —- Jack Lhasa I Listen. [...]

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This is the 21st section of my novel. If you haven’t read the first 20, you might want to start here. Electric Lights —- Minus was aware that he was unconscious. He knew he was seeing his past. He saw the memory from the third-person. He was shocked when he heard his own voice begin [...]

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“The Queen will see you now,†said the steward.

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Minus fought a little when he felt the vertigo pulling him in. He was never very good at fighting this falling feeling, even though it almost always lead to pain directly. So he funneled down in to the synchronicity that surrounded this girl.

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This is kinda cool.  Found it in an old binder.  It’s dated November of 1999.  That means I had just turned 17, so forgive any horribles, ok? Spiraling Down. —- Snowblind I’m twisted I’m losing my faith I’m falling so far I can’t get away Death draws me closer I can hear no sound All [...]

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Okay, wow. forgive me if this is terrible. I just found it in some old files. Apparently I wrote it in February 2001. Let me know what you think. ———————– Gently slipping liberation Sweeps over me as I stare at the stars Someone touches my hand But she’s lost to me now I’m drifting into [...]

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Ashes fall from my cigarette. I realize that it has started to burn my hand. Snuffing out the butt in an achingly overflowing ashtray. Brought back to the world at hand. Lost in thought. Pleasant memories often hurt more than caustic ones. I feel the fire light the flame cigarettes are all that’s left. -Loki.

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Enter the Hanged Man. Loki Liesmith is Jack Lhasa, as well as many other people. Holy Zombie Jesus! I’d like to think the best of me is still hiding up my sleeve. I was born in the back seat of a Greyhound bus, rolling down Highway 41. Falling down, to you, sweet ground. I want [...]

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