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Gambling, spirits, faith, and pioneers
There is this unfathomable desire for touch
after love has passed you by for millennia.
You wager divinity like a schoolyard bet;
hoping you do not cry this time when you
scrape your knees on honest concrete.
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Finding sanctuary in showers
- inspired by Emily Dickinson: who saw holiness in most unexpected of places.
Hot showers are almost baptisms
because you have the painfully mortal choice
to either speak to God or wash your hair. -
Endearingly Yours, Vlad III
I had the privilege of stealing your last breath
so that we may kiss each other for eons to come.
Although the disease nearly manifested your death
I wouldn’t change our gothic story for any ransom. -
17
Seventeen is shamelessly begging for an attempt at childhood
after you have devoted each year since birth to the preparation
of becoming a voice to be heard and ultimately reckoned with. -
I’d love you (if) [it’s] {only} |us|
(if you’re wrong.
Wrong for the right reason.
Wrong to reason in gazing at eyes.
Wrong as eyes see and mouth swallows.
Wrong as swallows fly and explore life.
Wrong while life continues in being. -
November
Clothing
There are so many dresses I have bought for events I will never
be invited to, but I do not give them away just in case I am.
I will bring home new hoodies knowing I will wear the same
Loves
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The Old Dream
You sit
in the corner of my room,
stretched thin across canvas,
and frozen
in your forgotten poise.
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Listening to Wind
It is September, yet
I can still hear the beach.
The sea moves and swells;
it tumbles to the shore,
dusts itself off,
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The Asters Are Out Again
The asters are out again, just in time for my birthday.
And each year on this day, I look back and wonder how a person can change so much, and how, without thinking, I suddenly am who I am.
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An Inbetween
Autumn sculpts the land,
casting away Summer,
but through the cracks in the clay,
whispers of Summer haunt the day.
The suns ray's seep down,
casting the red and orange leaves a glow.
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Willow
This is an empty house,
A house that's lost its soul.
The laughter and joy that once echoed through it,
Faded away with time and age.
