Tag: POETRY

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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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unfathomed

maybe I love a broken heartbecause I get inspired for the rhythm of my art.I didn’t wanna break away from you.I didn’t wanna cause any trouble – any blue.I am this way.and I don’t know how to shake my pain.I didn’t wanna break away from you.I didn’t wanna cause anything.but maybe I love a broken heart.and if you were to see me from the … Read More unfathomed

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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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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

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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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rosa alexander

blue eyed emotionsI can’t help myselfjust forgot how tenderness felt then remembered it 10 times betterwalking slowly in the rainy weathera few times togetherBlues on the stereoroses in our handsclutching ontoour first dance

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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