It must be the wind blowing
against us as we successfully
escaped
Because I doubt we had the
same intent
But there was expressed joy
That eyes cannot fake
Or that thrill away from what’s closing in
Our youth in high
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Scratches, Swirls, Prism
You can almost hear the abrupt change to silence
When the mood switches
Light to dark
Inverted eureka
It’s mostly my fault
Demands of the difficult
Against the maddened dissent
Of what’s pure and patient
That nobody should
Against the Chorus
They’d love to catch you in a corner
Have you as puzzle
to be figured out
Everywhere from out of nowhere
Conclusive certainties
proud the
You and Every Soul That Left Me
She wanted a love story
A haven where she can suspend belief
That stars can burn bright
Eventually reach
Another
Beyond the sparkling light they share
In this infinite darkness
She wanted a love story
There need not be a hero
She got the scars of independence
Undeserved to be recipient of her warmth
That burns relentless
She taught me how to always look up
To sing away the storm
An Adulting Routine
He wakes up unwilling, 4am
But the day begins at 9
There’s usually a battle for a piece of mind
After the bladder’s emptied
And metal tasting water jumped the system up
Quick check on friends
Green lit in another zone
I go quick, be unseen
I don’t want to answer
Whether I’ve yet to sleep or what woke me up
As Predicted
Please don’t equate silence with laziness
Or some form of complicit
Surrender or defeat
To elements that threaten
Though natural or inevitable
October digests differently
Approaching a finish line
Of a race that doesn’t really ends
Until your heart stops
October is when I put my head down
Compensate for lost time
Wasted in jawing about
Creating
Then I don’t
There’ll be glimpses
Here and there
Persuasive to tilt
Spirit Crumble
I never knew
He always seemed strong
Kept it in
He never bothered me with
Anything
That may constitute
As weakness seeping in
Pop opinion boxed as
Just doesn’t care
When he says it
Never did it
Felt like he was seeking affirmation
Setting a tone for preconceived
And foregone conclusion
The Limitations of Projections
As this simulation might as well be a ruse And the only way to truly defy expectations Is to go all out And outright lose
Faint
The birds know not of the adage
Seek and you shall...
Calling out each other
Faintly from the distance
Indefatigably
Singing three high-pitched notes of its purpose
Within the world, unaware of this
Momentous struggle
One of daily millions
Cyclones Every Last Quarter
In some weird dream
Trying hard to recall
She spoke to me sounding
Like a hymn
Or the lull before
A raging big wave
I held on til it fades
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