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"i am out with lanterns, looking for myself" - ED
seventeen year old poet

Message to Readers

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February 11, 2021


i don’t really like my phone
but it should be my mechanism to cope;
my equated strategy of scrolls and taps
so that i can elope
with happiness

love fuelled by a battery
recognised by coffee splattered maps
and bundles of climber’s rope

and so we shall rise, rise, rise
until candle light returns
and the palm sized pacifier dies

an era of letter writing, bonfire burns,
mechanic time and sweet wine

books are my coping mechanism
i’ve grown tired of tapping in to technological lies

mapped pages turn
drawing me in like a background character sketch

clouds of caffeine tumble up slabbed steps
their perfume is infectious

and so i rise, rise, rise
i scamper like society’s slave
my collar pinches like a necklace

i use the creamy candle wax to cover the lie
which is tattooed in green ink

as stark as the sky oppressing the moon
against my dark skin
which is further from white and closer to blue

my bloodstream cleansed,
i unplug and bend the wire that so readily supported me
and called me friend

i drum my fingers, dip them in red
then blush like an unbuttoned rose
and uncap my pen

fountains of love blubber the page
pathetic print symbolic of my overshadowed days

since then i’m less blue, less like you
i am less tame-
sipping wine from my bloodstream
and breaking bread from my soul.

i rearranged myself like a puzzle
that needed a phone

with books, i am not longer alone;
at last i have located happiness

we will rise up,
you know where to find us…

upon the dripped wax, ripped map horizon.


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  • Paisley Blue

    yessssssss down with technology (as i type this on a computer)

    7 months ago
  • aaliyahh

    this piece is amazing!! i love the use of words

    8 months ago