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Asphalt Sky
I want to be a race car. Feel the gravel burn from the traction of my bare calloused feet. I’ll run until the stars are in my mouth. Across the breaths of heaven. Across the dust that parts those of us below that are born from mothers and those above…
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Either Way
My world is rattling again. From open to closed. Like an iris dilating with the brightness of the sun. Is it light? Or is the moon overhead? I can’t seem to tell. Everything I am is bouncing between the safe hold of your raging, cascading arms, and the deep haloed…
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I’ll Be Great
The world is a stove and I’m scared I’ll get burned. I wave my hand over it cautiously testing its vivacity. The heat rises calmly enveloping my hand like a glove with no shape. Is it a sign of current blaze? Or past? I can’t tell. And I don’t have…
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Love Is A Lot
We’re so far. But, I’ve never felt this close to you. These days I screech through ache. They turn my mind and body through canals of pain disguised as joy. Yet, you still find a way to be painted along the sweeping waters. Along the jagged white water surfaces of…
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Moon
The Moon would’ve told me your name if I asked. I could see the beads of your vowels glinting against its dusty mirrored surface. Luring me in like a question that’s proud of having no answer. But I preferred the work of searching for your jumping consonants through cursive concrete…
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To Fail Is To Win
I wish I could write about her. But I can’t. The candles blow out when my fingers near the ink. She holds something more than that can be written. And I never want to dilute what she holds to the world. To try would be to fail. And I don’t…
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Hi, MTV. Welcome To My Friend’s Crib
Open doors. I sit on the couch of a friend who is more than that to me. The leather of the couch always seems a slight bit dampened by the ever breathing hanging sulk of dog. My friend’s roommate’s dog. A distant relative to me. And I treat him like…
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Shout Out Honesty
Honesty is quiet. Like clean air seeping into pure lungs. Honesty glows like the halo of a newborn. It holds no riddles in attaining its rewards. All you have to do is let it flow. Open all the windows. All the doors. Let the bugs fly in. Let the people…
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Fly
I am a fly in the temple of your love Gliding past swatting hands and disgusted stares Is it wrong for me to wait for your heart to change Is it wrong for me to stay in pain Your stone walls are adorned with freckles of wear and tear Made…
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Thought – 4/26/26
Everything can be real if you want it to be. The doors of new can open with a pristine glint of stars falling on the borders of everything that could ever be. If only ever could be now. How do we make that happen? How do we acclimate the excited…
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