Personality – Deuxiemepeau Poetry by Damien B. Donnelly

I CAME TO THE CITY, PART 1, A SONG FOR THE SLEEPING BEE

There was a man I used to know, who came a calling long ago, back in the days when I didn’t know, when I didn’t know the truth of me, when I didn’t know who I could be. There was a boy once, long ago, fragile as filigree and falsetto, there was a boy […]

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BEAT ON; STILL MOVEMENT AFTER THE DANCE

We evolve from wombs to rooms we revolve around, a space within space where we whisper tender tales into tight twists in curt corners crammed with comfort and chaos, this shifting space whose sides echo with movements that time has noted but pain has not yet processed… Fragility unfolds throughout space; my space, your […]

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COLOUR ON CURT CORNERS, PART 7; OUR SHADE IN TIME

Look for me in the layers lost, in the careful caress that concerns the contours of form and finesse. The million meters mounded into magic, turned and twisted into tastes now termed timeless, look for me in the yards that yield towards yellow, that burn into beauty, like ochre opening, that grow towards the […]

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BETWEEN THE BONE AND THE BORKEN, PART 8, MY BECOMING

Running faster than feet can find footing, forced to face up, catch up, stand up, turn up. Running through streets cluttered with collisions I’ve already crossed, with bunkers of bones already broken, with senses still shackled to skins already shed, layers lost in houses I thought were homes but they were just illusions; […]

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BETWEEN THE BONE AND THE BROKEN, PART 7; EGO, I GO

I feel you twitching beneath the skin, itching, supple suggestions slipping into sinew, a subtle sonar to syncopate the sinus, incapacitate, to alter the ego; ego goes to id, super slipping on its own judgement, but if the ego goes, I go; ignite darkness. I feel you pulsing, pounding pressure beneath the parts still […]

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BETWEEN THE BONE AND THE BROKEN, PART 6; LIGHT. LESS

Lock. Locked. Listless leaches light from limb below the skin. Lock. Locked between lonely and longing, bone and breakable. Locked. Unreachable. Reason untraceable. Bone. Break. Bones are breakable but listless and longing lie like locks on limbs. Captured. Cornered. Light. Less. Locked. All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly Audio version available on […]

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BETWEEN THE BONE AND THE BROKEN, PART 5; UNDER A FOLD IN THE OCEAN

Under bedclothes, under darkness, under the weight of all that once was, I twist and turn through folds that blankets can’t seem to find freedom from. Under. Weight. Under water, undercurrent, under pressure at the deep end of denial, I twist and turn through waves the sea can’t seem to ship back to shore. […]

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BETWEEN THE BONE AND THE BROKEN, PART 4, ADAPTATION

Bones crack. Break. Snap. Blood clots. Pours. Spills. Bodies fight. Fall frail. Tears taint. Trick. Tease. Skin ripens. Rots. Rips. While I forge Fear. And then fade. All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly Audio version available on Soundcloud:

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BETWEEN THE BONE AND THE BROKEN, PART 3; CLAW

I shift in skin that no longer stretches to meet movements not always malleable. I twist and turn through thoughts in a mind not always compliant with concerns of control. I claw like the crow; doused in darkness, fusty feathers flapping through air I can’t clasp, in a body I can’t bandage, through these […]

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BETWEEN THE BONE AND BROKEN, PART 1; HEAVY. DUTY

Heavy. Duty. Responsibility is weighty. Weighs on the burdens, on the burdens that mount. How the distance mounts over the months. The years. The tears. The fears. The identities. The identities we partake in, we personas we put on, we pretend to, we play with, the personalities we scrub away to start again. Once […]