She’s the kind of woman you meet on the street and one day regret everything, even though it all went perfectly according to plan.
Category: Poetry
The poetic expression of my artistic and aesthetic pillars along with some choice mixed-media.
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oneuva
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Artisanal
I get them rolled - a buck a piece from the hobo on the corner. Man’s got taste.
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Secrets Make
I gave you a secret. No one else has it, so I guess it’s yours now.
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pinned
So you don’t love me, I asked. Welcome back to reality, she said.
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The Clock Stopper
An inexorable vivacity,
she crumbles entropy,
pauses ultimate reality,
and shakes the world.
Seconds fall loose.
Only for her,
I leave that watch
broken
and never again let time
tick.
Lonesome, no more. -
sadhours
Even broken clocks Find Strength Twice a day
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painfully bliss
Ultimately, we imagined so many things novelty outran intention: Power became currency, battle our true recreation, and regarded old aesthetics to ease the lens of time. How painfully ignorant to have died in honor of forgetting how to live.
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