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Snow Man
abominable snowman bombastically claims
that the edible edibles are elastic again
and tho try as we might he brashly blazoned
that the edible edibles are bombastic lagoons.
your bonkers we bosted and ate the sweet treat -
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Emit Time
Usually its the date that inspires me.
The month.
The stop watch.
That is what inspires me.
Time.
It slips through my red cracked hands
and pases through my body like sunlight in the webs of your fingers. -
Moonlight state
I'm convinced that I'm nocturnal,
My cousin is the bat.
Although I don't hang upside down,
I should start doing that.
Awake all hours of the night
And sleeping with the sun,
I'm related to an owl, -
Why Does A Willow? Short Story
Why does a willow bend upside down
Its branches floating by the ground
Instead of reaching for the sky?
Who made it droop so low?
Twas I.
It happened rather randomly it’s branches towards the sky -
One longitude Ago
Ew.
I'm older again.
Older-ish.
And unlike past years
This one seems different.
I should be wiser, better, stronger.
I should know more, do more, be more, understand more
And I don't.
Loves
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My Depression
Some days
It’s hard to find
A reason
To get out of bed
The depression claws
At me
Begging me
To just stay there
Sink into the darkness
And disappear
But I don’t want to
Do that
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Sit and Listen.
“Harris is a communist,” My grandfather protests.
“Better a communist than a felon,” My father shoots back.
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The colors
There is a swirl of color that accompanies all things.
Every twist and turn, every fall and failure. All words spoken and sung, every smile or laugh.
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Bus thoughts
I envy those who’ve never known Loneliness.
She is not just empty space—she’s a presence,
cold fingers brushing the back of your neck
when no one’s watching. -
Stolen Constellations
On that night, I stole the stars of the galaxy. Billions of them, each one unique, and put them into her eyes.
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Stained-Glass Girl
you should be an image in stained-glass windows
the same ones you trace with your eyes every sunday
while hymns echo in your ears, words
you've known so long you forget the meaning.