Tag: LIFE

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time

Permission to live on time-anyone can hurt us.Anyone can become a striking linein a poem,the reason behind a stroke on canvas- to push youto analyze yourself,to be your best, or stay in bed all day,dripping red stains on the sheetsfrom crystal. Just enough time,and you’ll have criticswondering what it all means.

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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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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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patina

One foot in front of the other, like models in a high-paced fashion show. Two things on my mind: bills and a vintage lamp. What runs through their minds during the show? Fashion shows, with their meticulous attention to detail and seamless blending of past and present trends, often mirror the aesthetics we choose for our own spaces. Every piece is an essential part … Read More patina

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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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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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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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childlike with you

the vein under the crescent of your right eyethat reaches to wrinkle while you smilefolds me up inside like a childand I feel known again,I feel home again.

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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