Category: Poetry
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Who Am I To Be Hurt In The Equation…
Who am I to be hurt in the equation of just met and possible futures? The math done after an encounter is always somewhat enchanted with at least a small dose of fantasy. : Some small part of the corner of one pocket holds that lightest glimmer of unjaded romantic inclinations and all they want…
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Bang Drums as Steps and Stones
Bang drums as steps and stones Vision yourself as brimming with abundance manifesting brilliance this fire is alive there is no compromise to be made in a world that would kill you for the smallest infraction do not allow yourself the complacency of an apathetic existence burn with the brightness of an unapologetic excellence collect…
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Once Upon A Time My Heart Was Scattered Into A Thousand Pieces.
Once upon a time my heart was scattered into a thousand pieces. Shards of glass, glimmers of fire, small hypotheticals of storms. These stolen things, away from myself and given to others, always searching for the next elation. Always searching for the next person who could and would grapple with their littlest piece as if…
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Sunday, June 5th, 2022: 12 minutes (free)
how does what i’m listening to impact the process of my thoughts and how much i am able to put out? is there a limit to my process? is there a process? is there an emphasis that comes about because of the bass as the base as the basis = there’s more head bobbing and…
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I Love You Not Like A Loaded Gun
I love you not like a loaded gun, except if it shoots flowers. The bang of petals against my own temples causes me to open my mouth. I wonder what would happen to you. The slow motion click of metamorphosis acting like Time as a dancer. Spring is the secret name enshrined along each of…
Our Green (Green) Life 