rebelscone

United States

hi! I'm brynne. 17. intj-a lol. make music and art and write and all that. love video games, sci-fi, midcentury design, political theory, and bad movies.

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currently reading: The Stranger by Camus, Philip K. Dick and Philosophy: Do Androids Have Kindred Spirits? by Wittkower, A Separate Peace by Knowles, The Plague of Fantasies by Žižek

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rebelscone (United States) liked Naked Truth by Rusty Penpoint (Mexico)

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rebelscone (United States) published:

late

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can the heater please turn on?
the white noise dulls my pencil scratching
I’d hate for someone to walk in while
I’m sculpting your nose and brow.
there are no tears in the eyes of the broken insomniac
those who lay awake at night and press their skull against the headboard
yearning for release and the comfort of dreams
bright lights interrupting the dark and washing out your thoughts.
i want no more thoughts tonight, yes sir, install a dimmer… ...

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rebelscone (United States) published:

untitled

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oh, to be fresh as the young sapling, a love for life!
the springtime petals that drip with ease and softness, of which I could never inhibit
oh, to be reckless and free, a hateless girl, passionate and trusting with secrets aplenty, loving to few but devoting unsparingly.
oh, to be delicately unyielding, fearsome in brevity, loved as infamous, taking too much and receiving far too little
oh, to hang from a strong-willed branch, body like a twig, no give...

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rebelscone (United States) published:

for granted

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with all that changes with the flustered tides
I can’t stay steady and plant my roots
within all the fears and stress of life is where its meaning is sequestered
oh, strike me down if I ever take a kiss for granted again
press me into the dirt where I belong if I don’t linger for long enough
leave me to my solitude to remind me why I miss your touch
it’s a painful penance that I will take in...

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rebelscone (United States) published:

insomnia: or, why I lie awake at night

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there’s a tired old dove that claws at my window
drearily scratching so I cannot ignore it
and sometimes the rain drips down in triplets
cacophonous, fresh, and newly charming
the clock ticks a rhythm, it syncopates in time
the beating resounds in my head and my mind
an owl resides in a palm tree just outside
and hoots when it knows I feel alone
there’s a formless god that hangs above my body
whispering my days in my ear ...

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rebelscone (United States) published:

infatuation — a case study

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A crush you had when you were younger that turned out to be skin-deep. Someone you saw frequently and projected an ideal onto that made you fall for them. Then you met them and they laughed one too many times after a joke and they didn’t make sense to you, so you moved on as if nothing happened. It quickly faded into the past.
A passion that died faster than it was ignited. It started fresh and new and captivating,...

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rebelscone (United States) published:

light silence

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we could lie together for hours
not a word exchanged
and it would all feel the same
there’s silence
yet I hear so much
the kind that could drive you mad were it with the wrong company
and I’ve had it with the wrong company
awkward and pained, bored
the repetition of a word until the universe begs you to stop
the blunt edge of a blade boring into flesh
yet with you each moment feels like fresh air
i...

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rebelscone (United States) published:

unlucky plenty

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I find my passions in the worst of places
they grow ever larger until repression is unbearable
my voice is tremulous as i speak
but thou misread me
I am, aye, enduring the finest of times alone
thou needst not weep for my solitude
i must say something but thy words guide me away to sea
the turbulent waves will carry me to shore once again
but i will be left in tatters and shrapnel to fend for mine own...

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