Category Archives: nostalgia

All Because I Thought You Looked Like Wisdom

You’re the latest love to turn me to a poem, after time and trauma stoppered Understanding too weak to lift rhythm from the the waving hands of the word “waist” (or was it waste), which type of time tripped me … Continue reading

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3 until the end of days

this empty mug of sorrow won’t let itself be poured out, beneath the penetration of sun rays thirsty for the evaporation condensation precipitation of tears and tea, and the continuation of a life at this state of Wait unlike this … Continue reading

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i don’t (episode 3: a breakout series)

i don’t have the will to wake some days, to rent another breath that compounds this loan when I already don’t make enough joy (i know my right eye twinkles with three less rays than that passerby) now, I’ve had … Continue reading

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i don’t (episode 2: a breakout series)

i don’t take risks anymore, i don’t sink my hands into the welcoming grit of moistened ground, i hope to be stopped by gold at my feet, afraid of dirty though my face is read, and my veins have blown, … Continue reading

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The Unheard Pain You Know

you know you didn’t birth the yolk of growth to a flower’s bloom, and you can’t wind-shake the thought of the plagiarization of scars from your skin this wound is copyrighted, but the world named me as velvet-tongued martyr these … Continue reading

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An Ode to Poem-A-Day

i leave already read poems in my inbox. eye them as treasures, Jacks-in-the-box I know will tickle the child inside that cries. how they stay there, dusty with neglect, and how they glow with the quality to hold on hand … Continue reading

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For Good

“See? We did something for someone else’s good!” Her kindness tasted like the smoke of a charred house, something left behind to rise in the wake of tragedy. I count the grey hairs that slithered on her head as she … Continue reading

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