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Poetry
Hypnagogia is about how my wakefulness is my dreaming and my dreaming is my wakefulness. It's about how I create in order to heal those broken parts of myself, those broken parts that sometimes only feel more broken, which adds to the painful confusion. As an artist, the creative parts of me are now able to look around and communicate with what they believe in and what they don't believe in, what they want and what they don't want, and how I relate to myself and how I don't relate to myself.
The collection itself is of an 105-poem length spanning different ideas, troubles, issues, and excerpts exploring dreams becoming reality, and the obstacles that get in the way.
This collection is available in an ePub and PDF on Armida Warrior and Etsy as a zip file, containing both versions. Available to read on all eReaders, including computer reading apps, smartphones, and tablets.
Sk-Sk-Sk-Skip
Remember the times you didn’t have
so that all the memories can flood
into the surface of blood
with a knife sharper
than all of the things
you were never
able to have.
Sharpen the knife
with your teeth
and sharpen your teeth
with your fate upon
which all the hate you
have ever felt
allows you
to skip
a
beat.
a
beat.
a
beat.
Speak Niche
The nine lives I have
keep getting outlived
in each section of my
broken soul.
My soul has outlived
all of my nine lives, so
sew together my neat
bedhead and sheets
just to feel my breath.
I am my nine lives,
remembering each niche
in a flit of time.
Here we are, and here I am,
finding more ways to
speak my own right.
Minced Dessert
A dessert of minced words
of minced meat of minced
adjectives.
We are not above
every word I’ve ever
uttered, just the words
squeezed from cow’s
utters, uttering
which way is that way,
the one which we must follow
to win a won game.
Which way is that
way?
Can you come
again?
Breeding Robots
Fight at the flight of flitting
machines done and undone
for mechanisms that bleed
their nuts and bolts
to feel their beginnings.
I am undone at robotic
hearings.
Hear me and bleed me
I am the robotic seed. Become
more undone this morning
for the sunlight to bring
me my breed.
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