Tag: CREATIVEWRITING

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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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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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missing

it rained againI sworeI sinnedbutterfly deadin above headlight fixture picturepaintings on the wallthe one you always callmissing

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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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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

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come up

cliff runnernever beena gunnerused to rest, smoking jointsnext to the gutterwhite flags in the shedin case the helicopters shadewe fadedone, one twostunning for the summeralways hot even in my shadenever shadybut a real parade. sun comes outand who care about ittake a dare, a wheel about ita drive around the mansion hood, we blunt rollinghigh about itwhat you think about itnice, lovelyparadisiacal citybeautiful.out of … Read More come up

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madrid

I wonder how I’ll meet you againif I’ll caress your altitudes with my celestial starecapture you in my point of view and later print youjust to dareto reason with your steady light that gives me faith for loveto keep in mind that magic exists and angels live above

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ricochet

i didn’t know you were a broken loverfrom another woman before mebefore me but look me in my eyes and tell me you don’t feel the fireburning between us, hot between us i say let’s crucify our lonely days all our lies and dirty ways, making up by our sides, some pillow shade let’s be real with ourselves, ricochet from lost wealth and be … Read More ricochet

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vulnerable

i saw a great mandeep down in your bonesbut rest assuredyou covered your faceand became a clone of the rest of thembeen hard to sleep at nightthinking about how i let myselfopen up to youso vulnerable i, believed in youi saw a different wayto live my life of wishful loveand i followed throughjust to find myselfsick over youa few days in, after the night i couldn’t wake … Read More vulnerable

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gold ring

another mid-day shower just thinking of youdidn’t see me with love in your eyesyou thought that might make me cry I’m a gold ring on your handI deserve better praise like the rush is gonna sink us all again you feel cold in the night, wondering why you let me slidebut let me tell you that I’m free of it babeand I don’t want … Read More gold ring

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purrs urgent

the wine was blue like a river through the snowapples and eve wore glitter and goldmental pain jumped like a rabbit without glovespurrs urgent was the name they called itshooting arrows on a little woman’s juke boxmeanwhile, the pulse ran through us like through a snakes chestit was bright behind the bush at night and kept us lookingstill,we’re looking