Category: Love

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somewhat present

my flight was delayed. shared flight-mishap stories with the driver on the way to the airport. showed up on time for original take-off. walked to my gate; acknowledged it – walked the opposite direction and found a spot i liked to sit at. (i’ll do that – go out of my way for something i like versus whatever is convenient.) was at the gate … Read More somewhat present

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obelis

i can’t wait to gravel my toes in another ground far from this one to gaze up at a distant green palm and wish i were as tall as it the clouds clear or rolling, sun bathing or storm swaying picking tumble weed and odd flowers foreign to my eyes yet known in my heart for the everlasting breathtaking torment they bring me this … Read More obelis

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a lovely day

it’s the perfect weather  the perfect balance of a breeze and sunshine  the kind of weather where you know you’re tanning but not sweating  where the ocean feels lovely and warm but a little cool moments later after diving in i’ve been reading my book and now i’ve paused, for intruding thoughts keep me thinking of you. the warmth of your hand on my … Read More a lovely day

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hello baby, muah

hello babyI’m at yo doorcome on down nowready and scoregot your coat fit,you look good in itI been wondering about you.hello baby, muahso good to see youtell me all about itcome on lets walk nowI know you been rough insidepiling your papers up,and dying to drive, but take it easystroll on down the street, corner man wavesand we feel the breeze in the heatbeen … Read More hello baby, muah

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wind down

just kiss me again in the wind just walk with me again wherever it is just come to me feel me wind down

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driving

vibes ride with the dragons spur you are a twirl of underminedintellectualrhythmicsystematic broken, wilted,flor spoken risen to be your guidance is ice cream

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metaphors

I don’t know what’s good anymore. I write, and write. there’s a collection of past emotions pilled up between the pages in the notebooks that raid the cupboard, and I don’t know what I feel anymore. I write, and write. I don’t know if those feelings still reside and hold a place in the veins that run my body and beat the heart with … Read More metaphors

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intuition

intuition clearfour cold hot wheelsride out on steelfar out to healpast endeavors a thrilllocksmith drillI knew it long before you. call it rules of clue.

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muse

drama is an illusion, a form of self-abusebut that doesn’t prove to say I wasn’t being used.tied to a belief system that ignites my every fusean experimental game, the process of pick and choose.but in a way I was using you too. call it product of passion and if I needed an excuse, I’d tell you I needed a new muse.my ties were loose … Read More muse

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paradise sick

sunshine petalcascade branchI guess painallows us to advance like rain poursand washes the shoresback into the seaI wanted you to see me sparingly it was your fingertipsthat burned into meand it’s the memory of youbreathing on top of me I got twisted in your touchand curious about your lovethat I burned us outquicker than a drug with selfish waysand self sabotageaimlessly tryingfor another scoreon … Read More paradise sick

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que pasò

everyday, I’m reminded of a place I used to bein the shadows of mosaic windowsor in the spaces of the people I missliving in the places that aren’t here with me now i’m reminded. the feeling doesn’t get old, but sometimes cold…I back burn my deep reality to believe i’m living a different oneI believe that they understand me but come home at nightknowing … Read More que pasò

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dusty road

I saw a man in a coat walking hand-in-handa dusty road led him to gocars kept passing and he had no ride yettalking to himself and the woman he dreamt of. they led on this dusty road for 70 hours and it pouredrained down on their soulsit pouredon their souls. and if he found that place that he was drowning to look formaybe she … Read More dusty road