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89 · Apr 2021
ELECTRIC SEA
what would a poem look like?
.
something that opens you up
.
.
makes you think of someone
.
or ways you grew up
.
walking the beach
.
climbing trees
.
avoiding the rough tide
.
the universe taking pictures of me
.
observing the isle
.
waves beating from both sides
.
hugged by loud electricity
.
those sounds unforgotten
76 · Apr 28
4° Pisces Mercury
hello four hello four

communicate to me more and more,

close to my deepness ,


the fish dives deep to find me ,


its colors,


its movements…

tell me a message,


you think about me,


you nurture me,


idk how to tell you i heard it i accept it…..


Fish so close yet so far ,


swimming in my emotions swimming in all vulnerable scars

you gave me the power to write this
granting all possible stars ,


you have that ability fish ,


idk how to tell you be warm when you cold,


ill do it myself if i can reach ,

idk how to tell you feel better in better ways,

I make no sense writing this,

but life sometimes doesnt have to,

its all memories written by me,

written by you,  

dancing within time,

forever engulfed through internity forever safe with no fishing lines,


  swimming in water

swimming in fire

listen to the ripples inspire

swim low, swim higher

  like a whale like a dolphin like you desire


love how you heard me

love how I heard you,


idk how to say thanks idk how to say i really appreciate you…..      


i dont speak fish….

but ill consistently try…here!
enjoy a fish fillet!

i know thats incredibily racist,
but i rather turn this outrageous,
don’t worry you’re always close to
me even though we’re in different places.
72 · Oct 2020
Possibly More
Emotional roller coasters

trying to make sense of our vision

The past recollection, the future admissions

It’s like taking a picture.

You want it to come out right.

Walking side by side is all I ever wanted

So I just be.....be who I am with no social approval

Surely someone will do the same  

In our kingdom developed from humble salutations..

Technology -internet -materials, are nothing
compared to our imagination.

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