Tag: POEM

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butterflies

a faint, breathing knot in my stomachspiraling chills from my neck along my spineasking myself why. I almost pushed you out,even though you did nothing wrong.I guess I feel nervous. not even truly sure what it is about youthat draws me in and makes me want to talk to youevery day.why you? what is it? your smile 🙂 I love that.how you are careful … Read More butterflies

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last round

you were a buttona raisea flickering phasesmudge on the grounddirt on my faceyou could not face yourselfbad for my health lacking my taste hot leatherburning desirechemical codeour weaknesses spoke simply a bad choiceto fall for your voiceparaded in my mindsick full of lies dead to me nowfrom heavyweight gownsgaslighting hipsto drip intolerance I gave up in the endwanting to winthe last round.

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blood sheds

the blood it riversthe blood it writes me downevery second of the dayI will always think of you you crept inside like a warm deceaseyou never let me – be me

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mala

sheets were always sweaty between usI mean it in a metaphorical waysometimes you’d demand mecertain things you liked me to say good girl never fit my billyou used to tell me how to make it better for youthat’s the kind of shit that sent my body thrills

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kiss of life

heaven was a visionI dreamt of 40 timesnothing sufficedthe life or thirst I rendered.

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every day

sitting in front of a familiar door and feeling nothingit’s interesting because I used to feel-feel it every day

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a love not(e)

hey babe I’ll be out –opening doors for myselfand finding new beautyto be grateful for

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bourbon

I’m on an island AND EVERYTHING I’m WRITING IS ANOTHER TEAR OF SILENCEwho rides down

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change is possible

the objective is to continueto look back and discoverthat I have been many peoplein one lifeto understand that changeis possible Spanish version: cambio es posible el objetivo es continuarmirar atrás y descubrirque he sido mucha genteen una vidapara entender que el cambioes posible

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sometimes

somehow we’re carried along in and out of situations in different places between multiple characters of things and people.all along we are left imprints and leave imprints —know answers or know nothing.

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good riddance

old doors a ruinwhere did your soulwalk to dresses dryingin the lawn

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vital and fruitful

feeling and it feels goodwhen the season of the airchanges with the season of my life feeling beautiful