Tag Archives: black art

1 until the end of days

can i rip a kiss from time, time, “time”? it’s 3:49 am and my consciousness is wrapped in the under-saturated technicolor of dreams, my legs wrapped in your sheets, labia wrapped by your lips, i breath in time, time, time … Continue reading

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i dont (episode 4: a breakout series)

i don’t remember the last time i remembered myself, caught the lobe of my ear dangling off a ray of the star, Sirius, loud and self-embracing me, i’m tired of the pick apart put together caused by self-explosion and the … 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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I don’t (a breakout series)

i don’t have any advice, i’m still glued to the sight of my beauty arrested in the wind, a shaky brown desperate for escape from a hungry nature ( I’m sure it doesn’t want to be seen like this ) … 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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