Art & Poetry
*holy things
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Every trinket which had existed while you were still alive has become a holy thing. A relic of a time when angels walked the planet and smoke ring haloes were only broken by your endless laughter. I almost forgot about the cigarette burns creating holes in every blanket and every robe. I almost forgot about the smell of thousand year smoke. There are devils that followed you like shadows and behind your happiness was deep pain. I lament I could not take it away. Sometimes behind my back those devils you would chase. In your wake, I find joy in seeing them choke. Your soul is free, and there is no room for their selfishness to take what is left of you in me. I want to dedicate my life to being stronger. You will live on. –six pm | *holy things
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*in loving memory
*six pm | 2019
*andrew
I believe in Nothing,
after This is all over,
before Everything began,
So if This is Something,
even just a little bit…
it matters who I spend my time with.
You’re so in love it sets your eyes on fire.
See, I need to feel that too.
I’m simply not falling in love with you.
So take back your gifts of golden bracelets.
I don’t feel comfortable giving them away.
Though soft and made of finer things…
They are chains all the same.
-six pm
Paige Six | 2021
*a draft I’ve been aspiring to finish since I’ve sought to build off of the final stanza since 2017. It’s still sitting on my chest. One of the mornings I’m going to rise and sing the right companion verses. Until then, we have this.
*sentimental physics
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noting the
subtle lensing ∗ ◦·
of light,
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hypothesis:
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visible
light,∗ . ⊹
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towards
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wall; to
decorate
galactic sky ∗ ◦·
as microwave
impressionism.
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make
sense of
your dark,*
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. i spend
my nights
measuring
boundless
black
matter that
surrounds us.
enraptured
by the
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.scented skyline
prophesying:
jet propulsion,•
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serenaded, and*
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*lemonade rainfall;
Armageddon
upon another
acid planet.•
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your pain
upon the
reaches
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.still unpinned
by travelled
telescopes;*
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dying
technologies
making me•
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jealous of*
all the
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the universe
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parts
of you
i am
physically•
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incapable
of being. °
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⊹as love
moves
in ellipticals
it eclipses
my heart,. º *
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always,
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⊹the awe
never ceases•
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to inspire me.
invokes my
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devote my
life to
translating
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its euphoria. º
into the
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ceaselessly.
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compute each
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equation.•
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nuance•
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comprises•
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endless notations.
converting numbers,
filtered through
my limbic system,
into colloquial
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.closest words
to illustration,
as my•
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cerebellum
can
surmise. •
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code the
sentences
unto
my poems;
my theories
of everything.
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.presenting
my poetry
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as my
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phantoms
obsessing
my mind
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tangible
evidence.
am i
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only
person
who can⁕ .
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see
how
perfect
we
are?
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only
person•
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sees
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future
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-six pm
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*six pm | 2018
Protected: *high hopes
*mom ♥
Paige Six | 4.28.2021
*california {3 year anniversary
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Wish you could love me
As you loved the sunsets
In California.
I never trust in anyone
But for some reason
I trust you.
And if you fly to the other side
Know, one day, I’ll follow you.
I wish you cared enough about me
To watch the sun rise in the East
We’re New Yorkers, it’s in our blood
Staying out and running the streets before the dawn.
I’m always on the run
And you should be too.
There’s a place out there for us to grab
I am waiting for you
To lace up your shoes
But you, you’ll sleep all fucking day.
I don’t care, I can wait
Trust, I have the patience of a saint.
I’ll always love you, somehow
anyway -six pm
Paige Six | April 2018
*after easter
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for fifty days i fasted,
knowing no-thing,
save the retching of my own flesh,
save the pit of my own stomach.
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for your arrival safely we sold
our cattle, fashioned a festival
our first kiss –a first sip of wine
on the day break of Pentecost,
at last my fast was over.
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we fashioned circles of precious metals
and strung them around each other’s
vena amori, declared forever in a vacuum
proclaimed endurance upon the coming
event horizon of time itself.
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space swells with the ancient ruins
of men and women who shed tears
tracing the constellation trails
from one end of an ocean to another
filling the void of voiceless oceans
with metaphoric rapture and appetite
for adventure.
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Charles, the smell of desert sand swims
firmly between your pores,
your body warm as the land
cut like mountains
between your biceps
where my head lays
basking in the moments
you are here.
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how i adore you so.
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proclaim eternity
enter matrimony – eyes wide open
place his heart upon a pedestal
let no slanderous word nor malicious canticle
seduce his woefully mortal heart.
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roots and petals of calendula
poultice to quell the spasms
you take me in my blood
and i take you in my arms
when the nightmares hurt
worse than the back pain.
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you remind me that even in the winter
the carmine-colored cardinal coos
and whistles, awakens the trees and fills
the cold world with sweet song.
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i’m unraveled in your high collar,
blue and burned in a freak fire,
raptured by the desert
nothing is forever, we know,
yet everything is possible.
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there is no going back.
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on this river of time
except maybe we’ll escape
the event horizon burn
as radiation about
the black hole’s radio halo.
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dying light is a subjective notion
when you limit every poetic persuasion
to the limits of the human eye.
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we weave honey, orange citrus, & marmalade
into spacetime tapestry,
devote each second
as the present is our own reward
the art of being in love,
the pleasure of being alive.
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the future is a metaphor –
as in calling the ocean endless
naming riptides undertow
we: new and other molecules
blur into water, two bodies
one brackish soul.
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–six pm | *after easter
*two times three
i.
Since mankind’s dawn, man has
gotten many things wrong.
Maybe there was an Adam,
and from his rib an Eve.
Perhaps the serpent
bestowed a gift,
the morning knowledge
was conceived.
Cast from the garden,
the two faithfully grew.
When Eve grew cold,
Adam grew brave,
slaying beasts to give Eve
clothes.
When they grew old
Adam grew ill, they
both laid still; and
died in one another’s
arms.
ii.
Many, since times considered
ancient by most, believe
their love story to be
the greatest ever told.
But, I love the one
we’re in the most.
It goes back quite
an extraordinary distance…
(Four Hundred Ten Years ago, to be exact)
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When Galileo Galilei
polished the first telescope…
On a (crystal) starry evening,
from pin pricks within
casting of vanta black,
stars wobbled
into shapes.
Jupiter dances with dots
of doting moons about
his waist. And rings cuff
Saturn as perfectly as
our wedding bands
complete our wedded
hands.
Oh! And (of course)
as we both already knew,
at the center of the
universe, Galileo found
you.
iv.
You inspire greatness!
I hope you understand this.
Michelangelo crafted colors
inspired by (just) the gleam
in your eyes. Magellan circled
the globe uncharted,
guided by the lateral lines
of your smile.
v.
Albert Einstein’s brilliance
knew no boundaries!
He alone unlocked countless
mysteries. With accuracy he
hypothesized that magnetism
married electricity. Scholars
(of course) lacked his vision,
however. They all believed
Einstein spoke purely scientifically…
But we know better, don’t we?
Einstein prophesized our matrimony.
vi.
Strung by silver threads,
stitched into the flowing quilt of time.
(I know) All become one at
your desire. (And I know)
The entire dimensional world
will collapse, the eve you expire.
As you alone command every star to die;
demand they collapse into fiery fractals,
facing blazing extinction, eons away
(and so so long ago)…
So we may dance tonight beneath their light. -six pm
*apples, mirrors, snow
i.
i had a dream
there were polaroids of us.
developing sunken
and strewn across
my pink comforter.
(a soft cosmos.)
i saw how happy we were,
you tall and in your glasses,
arms around me and hunched
to envelope your frame
…around mine.
behold; my real smile.
not where my controlled lips
stiff; cover my gum line,
to feign the sort of “elationship”
i experienced only when
we would speak…
ii.
shut the curtains.
i don’t even want
the sun to filter in
through the fabric
& change the tone
of my pale skin.
i want to stay the same,
i want to be exactly as i was
the day you reached across,
felt me, and i touched you.
iii.
i hope to hold our whole world
and hand it to you in my palm.
(even if mine crumbles.)
Atlas bent & crippled
i am devoted to
holding you up.
i will not shrug.
(oh, i must move on)
iv.
(no.) cleanse my home
w. white sage & string
along my bedpost
bewitched apples cored.
finally biting into you
was like biting into
an apple that hid a star.
and *omitted,
how i adore stars.
i lose sleep
surrounded by them,
counting them, staring
into mirror telescopes
until my eyes burn
and my vision blurs.
i will hold you
in my mind’s eye
forever. i will dedicate
and devote every motion
onward towards the path
which leads back to you.
(even if it feels eerily, like eights.)
(infinity.) behold infinity
within the iris of your
half-m∞n eyes smiling
back in a beam.
v.
i’ll race time to the future,
at the far end of our solar system.
first steps cracking untouched
crust of Pluto’s nitrogen snow,
at the center of her heart-
shaped crater. look back into
space as the glim of Earth
is licked (–flickers)
(the moment of our first kiss.)
like these memories, no more
than a spectacle, a twinkle, in the
otherwise steady shine of Earth
bathed in our Sun’s overcast light.
filtered and shrunk by distance and
gravity as a star–finally, a star
i had never gleaned before. (oh!)
how fortune smiles upon all…
(who behold you, *omitted.) –six pm
Paige Six | 2019
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