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of my ample desire
to make sense of my everyday life.

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Encapsulated in a world of duty and obligation
I see no room for fantasy or imagination
no wind of September
can ever dismember
the longing I feel for illusion, fantasy and excitation

Only the stars of heaven can throw me a rope
at night when I sleep, its the only time I cope    
the moon  
is my woon  
up there in the sky its the only thing that floats like hope.

September 23, 2021

I am floating
in an ocean of
Silence.

Words -
solitary waves
occasionally passing by

Caressing
my skinny mind
ever so gently,

I almost forget
I still
Exist.

You once asked me if I could ever describe you in four words, what they would be.
I finally figured it out.
"control c, control v"

~

She came like a bright sunrise

spreading warm across my heart.

The colors of spring in her eyes,

a taste of summer like waves

of salt and sweat on her skin,

my love would endlessly swim

across oceans on her body.

-
HRios

Sometimes
I want to spin
Myself into a
Hurricane
Just to
Feel
The
Calm
In
The
Eye

Whether a comma, or colon:
Punctuation slows my rolling
I need no period. When I end
no Capitalization when I begin
Rulelessly I flow my art
  Not a single!
Exclamation mark
Are you not the one
Who'll know?
Where a question mark
No longer goes

Warp the structure
Bend the lines
Put in repeat
Let emotion unwind
Make yourself
Your poetry's the best
Be your own ruler
Pass your own test

Take your own road
Where ever it leads
Lover or hater
It's all poetry!