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burntletters
New York City, NY
Sunlight beats in through the window offensive and obscene. I wonder what ungodly sound just awoke me, was it only the alarm, or was it the deafening sound of my conscious that so disturbed me? Upon waking, one has to ignore the weight of existence Or drown in it's wake. Sleep, running away from me, abandoning me, Has led me here to this moment. Rising out of bed, reborn from the night, for the millionth time, and still always questioning everything. "What has my life brought me to, that I must continue to wake for it, and why is it more worthy than sleep? Is participation in life truly necessary? Why does each day bring with it the same repetition I've always known?" Sun rays never speak, never answer The questions that morning brings.
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Oct 23, 2021
Oct 23, 2021 at 1:51 PM UTC
Mornings
To age is to harbor memories in the oddest places; a design, a time of day, a color. Aging is the unsettling experience of hearing a song from a decade ago And having your mind still register it as a recent chart-topper. When cantaloupe tastes of southeastern shores and washed up conchs And flatbread reeks of the expensive dinners had during poolside nights at hotels. When daybreak touches your face And you’re hit with the scents and sounds of another morning, a morning long past...
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Apr 2, 2018
Apr 2, 2018 at 2:37 AM UTC
On Aging
An old lion sits on the balcony writing a letter to his lover describing the moment he first saw her; he uses the moon as his lamplight as he murmurs the next line. "I thought: you are the best drawing I've ever seen.. The most captivating painting, Most sensual of all the sculptures."
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Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 5:44 PM UTC
You Are the Best Drawing
The insignificance of human life is found in those moments where you confront your own mortality And realize that everything is as it ever was and is as it will ever be. But I’m not ready to face the insignificance! We're here now; living, breathing, writing. Does that count for naught? I refuse to face the fact that one day no one will remember the people I love and cherish, The people who make up my world. I want everyone to know their names and beautiful horrid faces. I want everyone to know the people who shaped me and thus, I want everyone to know me.
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Mar 13, 2018
Mar 13, 2018 at 1:51 AM UTC
Insignificance
Every time I glance out the window The clouds have reformed into a new and more beautiful arrangement. And every time I glance at the clock I’ve wasted another hour. After every time I eat I wince and brush my teeth, Every time I’m touched I grimace and shake, And every time I sleep I dread the moment I have to wake.
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Mar 1, 2018
Mar 1, 2018 at 8:25 PM UTC
Every Time
Where will I be in two years? Will I be dumbed down and delinquitized? Will I be living on the edge with Dionysus and his friends? Or will I be a scholarly, orderly student? Will I be me, or will I fall into the clutches of some other identity?
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Mar 1, 2018
Mar 1, 2018 at 8:22 PM UTC
Where Will I Be in Two Years?
I would apologize but it would be futile, Since an apology is meant to serve as a promise that one will never let something of the contextual nature happen again. But I can’t promise you anything Because I know this'll just happen again. Of all the facets I have You just had to find me wearing this one.
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Mar 1, 2018
Mar 1, 2018 at 8:20 PM UTC
Apologies, Futilities.
At this point, I only hope he can rest peacefully And that a part of him has been reincarnated into an unassuming cherub. At this point, I just hope that one day when I’m old and grey-headed In Soho or Orlando or in Florence... I’ll come across a young man laughing. A young man who resembles him: his unique look, the distinctive voice, distinct laugh... I won’t know it and neither will he. But perhaps we’ll meet again for a split second In another time, another place, another life...
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Feb 24, 2018
Feb 24, 2018 at 2:58 PM UTC
Another Time Another Place
I am being crushed by the weight Of warm cattails, two tons. As the sun-kissed wooden fences make the world around me look grey- I suffocate.
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Feb 23, 2018
Feb 23, 2018 at 5:17 PM UTC
Cattails
Sadness and euphoria. They are bitter truths that go together, Like zealotry and bigotry, Or monogamy and deceit. Sadness and euphoria: sadness the shell, euphoria the oyster.
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Feb 23, 2018
Feb 23, 2018 at 5:17 PM UTC
Sadness and Euphoria