poem
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I Wonder
I wonder what would happen if I threw my pen into yesterday let it scribble up the past and teleport those memories to the edge of my fingertips If I splashed this page with infinity so that you remember forever where you came from. Or what if I just thought about it wirelessly sent messages… Continue reading
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Those Who Love
It’s their presence alone that lifts the floor and commands the clouds to unclench their fist cause love wraps its garment around their bodies like insane prisoners to compassion confined and restricted to the affection that binds them stitched and knitted like a fresh garment, like fresh skin to the beautiful body of genuine call… Continue reading
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Books are…
“Books are meat and medicine and flame and flight and flower steel, stitch, cloud and clout, and drumbeats on the air.” ― Gwendolyn Brooks Continue reading
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Encoded
Certain memories won’t let you forget they rush before the forefront of your mind like messages that escaped the past only to cement themselves inside you climb their way through blood vessels encoded experiences written in our DNA for thoughts do not disappear do not evaporate from the mind only to fall short in the… Continue reading
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Insomnia
Caught a glimpse of your shadow last night would have missed that much had not the wind whistled like it does when it wants the curtains to dance. And she so coy, the way she looks over her shoulders when nobody’s watching giggling fabric She so cool love the effortless sway from moonlight to windowsill… Continue reading
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Delilah’s Responsibility
I wonder if it was a spiritual experience wonder if blades covered their eyes against the war to which you had grafted them wonder if angels had taken the time to whisper to strands of hair of their coming demise I wonder if they saw laughter dancing in your eyes and if they had prepared… Continue reading
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Give Me Life
Your words are beautiful the way you paint them. Tie descriptions around waterfall, Walk us through frowning mirrors and smothered air, And then auction them off to our fondest senses. Touching us gently enough to resurrect imagination, you have talent and you know it. Cracking open heaven so that we may feel what it’s like… Continue reading
