What is a mere walk between friends? A missed kiss in chlorophyll soaked air. What is it about you?
Category: Poetry
The poetic expression of my artistic and aesthetic pillars along with some choice mixed-media.
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Beneath the Bridges Nigh
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___’d
A serene massacre. How cute you see a tunnel of light.
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anuthanote
My name lingers around crevices of your teeth. The gaps, where soap slides and slips uselessly, remember charcoal rubbings impressed on dark corners of my face. Acid builds when you’d rather sleep. Some call that heartburn for how little you mean to them - heartache - I had hoped.
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Alloy
The sad part about Atlas: When he shrugged, no one came to rub menthol cream over his bruised shoulder.
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It’s Pronounced Bæzəl
Listen to the elders. Their beseeching spilt over dry leather cracks and smoked spices. Painful cinnamon with a hint. Piscine odored mist upon the bridge connecting feelings to one so bereft, so clouded...
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Darkness says she’s not left-handed
Gentle ambition lives among the fears of wasted breath. No sooner had I clung to this revelation than the cliff stopped abruptly at the entrance of my fall. Honestly, rude.
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recycled musings
Autumn, we look back, who am I? I thought you were... supposed to know. A sliver in tune with cracks in my voice reflected on lustrous cheeks. Another dead-leaf labyrinth to roam alongside gentle kisses of burnt, balsam breeze.
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turtle dove x bellyup
A reworking of the original turtle dove.
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around you
Do that thing again. You cry while I hold you, like the little baby I am. Don’t look now, but wow, I’ve never fucked up so completely. Oh wait, yes I have.
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Theunderbar
Should I die tonight, does this legacy of rambling so easily capture as the dry moans of midnight thunder, the shaken masses; flashing my love letters down deep thrombosis of their breaths. Licking clean their contented smiles, byte by byte.
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