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A light left when I was young, And I, wretched, slowly succumbed To a hollow death, the unhallowed breath; Trapped in a life which liquor can’t numb.

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Dec 19, 2024

Dec 19, 2024 at 6:14 AM UTC

2xx8

A light left when I was young, And I, wretched, slowly succumbed To a hollow death, the unhallowed breath; Trapped in a life which liquor can’t numb.

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Some glimpse of a shimmer Just gold in a river Washes through hungry fingers I pray to the salmon At least

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Nov 12, 2024

Nov 12, 2024 at 6:29 AM UTC

H/N(ope)

Some glimpse of a shimmer Just gold in a river Washes through hungry fingers I pray to the salmon At least

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Trivial and tribulations The hollow of her hearts still shines; Under moon light dripping sweetly, Escape from your inclines. Bastille trumpets a song aloud To golden fields a maize we carve Our minds imparting solitude To hold the lands again we’d starve So still the moon light pours.

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Feb 21, 2020

Feb 21, 2020 at 10:13 PM UTC

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Trivial and tribulations The hollow of her hearts still shines; Under moon light dripping sweetly, Escape from your inclines. Bastille trumpets a song aloud To golden fields a maize we carve Our minds imparting solitude To hold the lands again we’d starve So still the moon light pours.

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Drizzlin’ The minds' spittle; Kernals in the kibble, Eternal yearns little; Little found inside This ground, hallowed Hollow is; Fallow sound rebounds Echoes in the resonance; This breath is;

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Jan 22, 2019

Jan 22, 2019 at 8:16 AM UTC

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Drizzlin’ The minds' spittle; Kernals in the kibble, Eternal yearns little; Little found inside This ground, hallowed Hollow is; Fallow sound rebounds Echoes in the resonance; This breath is;

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A Stigma, Isms

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Jan 20, 2019

Jan 20, 2019 at 6:46 PM UTC

Slipping into respite Beneath the noon’s lights Knowing tomorrow holds another dragging, Cigarettes between lips, ignite The tick tock’s sagging, bliss Missed in tearful reminiscence. Sip the sweet wine And add a stain, a scraping Away of the cerebellum’s folds Every evening after waking Drag this frame across A few sharp blocks To get a fix That will **** the chattering Forever, Someday.

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Nov 2, 2018

Nov 2, 2018 at 2:20 PM UTC

Memories

Slipping into respite Beneath the noon’s lights Knowing tomorrow holds another dragging, Cigarettes between lips, ignite The tick tock’s sagging, bliss Missed in tearful reminiscence. Sip the sweet wine And add a stain, a scraping Away of the cerebellum’s folds Every evening after waking Drag this frame across A few sharp blocks To get a fix That will **** the chattering Forever, Someday.

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I rested on him, And breathed in his, A strong scent of musk *** and hummus Mixing with our intermingling Sweat. Pouring out was this, His and mine, When those freckled knuckles Slid through The veneer between us And into clarity; I gasped And held on, Knowing We would end As all things do, In a tiny death Between us.

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Sep 24, 2018

Sep 24, 2018 at 1:31 AM UTC

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I rested on him, And breathed in his, A strong scent of musk *** and hummus Mixing with our intermingling Sweat. Pouring out was this, His and mine, When those freckled knuckles Slid through The veneer between us And into clarity; I gasped And held on, Knowing We would end As all things do, In a tiny death Between us.

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Today I drew a tree. It was a metaphor, really. Written within soil were my aspirations, Dedications I hoped to grow. I came back to it this evening, And saw the gaps within the bark. Grabbing some tools I pressed my Self on spaces asking to be filled. The emptiness marked was darker, Fresher from the pen. Adding texture to this child’s art, I smiled and drew again.

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Sep 12, 2018

Sep 12, 2018 at 5:29 PM UTC

Froot

Today I drew a tree. It was a metaphor, really. Written within soil were my aspirations, Dedications I hoped to grow. I came back to it this evening, And saw the gaps within the bark. Grabbing some tools I pressed my Self on spaces asking to be filled. The emptiness marked was darker, Fresher from the pen. Adding texture to this child’s art, I smiled and drew again.

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I’m lonely Purposeless Afraid Of an empty future Where every day slides by Me, an existential malaise growing Bigger by the hour, swallowing down sadness With a new, shiny app and the latest distraction; Calling my self an artist And a lover And a friend Without ever feeling art Or love Or friendship. Just this; The fading of my eyes’ light A whispering into my ears “This is justice For what you’ve become.”

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Aug 25, 2018

Aug 25, 2018 at 1:34 AM UTC

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I’m lonely Purposeless Afraid Of an empty future Where every day slides by Me, an existential malaise growing Bigger by the hour, swallowing down sadness With a new, shiny app and the latest distraction; Calling my self an artist And a lover And a friend Without ever feeling art Or love Or friendship. Just this; The fading of my eyes’ light A whispering into my ears “This is justice For what you’ve become.”

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You can write a poem In a thousand different ways. Here, I laid the words out In prose, like one long rope Unknotted, with the knowledge That I will look back And cut the cords According to how I wish to sing.

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Aug 21, 2018

Aug 21, 2018 at 6:49 PM UTC

Exercise

You can write a poem In a thousand different ways. Here, I laid the words out In prose, like one long rope Unknotted, with the knowledge That I will look back And cut the cords According to how I wish to sing.

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