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Disassociating in the ebony mirage,
I called your name, knee deep in that tender visage,

You didn't answer, so I sung to the fireflies at my windowsill,
I kept crooning, but I knew they never really cared for my fill,

Serenading until my throat was limp and hoarse,
I left it bruised indigo with mellifluous force,

By both the luminescent bugs and the Empyrean sky,
My ballad was left, bound and dry.
An allegory for loneliness, and being unable to make new connections. The fireflies in this instance being potential friends or lovers but fireflies die young, they don't last very long, neither do connections made in disparity.
She feels the world's weight in her chest,
but deep within,
she knows she holds the strength to rise.
No matter how small,
each step she takes is a victory over the whispers of doubt.
She's not just surviving her anxiety—she's learning to bloom through it, one breath at a time.
healing journey
she is never mad again
because they are never mad in California
                   only sad.

and sunburned.
                            they live their lives in jovial ignorance of SPF.
everyone there is special but no one can see it.
some write poetry on typewriters, others pretend their band is any good.
and some jump from rooftops into pools while drunk on love
they don't cry when they see the sun set
in a particularly punishing beauty.

the sun just sets like that
nothing new, babe.
written on a typewriter
I carved holes into my skin to my bones,
just so a glimpse of light gets into my soul.
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i miss you everyday has i look up to you
to your home in heaven in the sky so blue
thinking of you always how it used to be
love we shared together when there was you and me

i know you are safe now no more pain to bare
now at last your free with angels every where
high up in the sky in heaven up above
safe for evermore with lots of angel love

we will meet again when the angels come for me
together once again you and i will be
side by side together sharing love once more
around the realms of heaven we will gently soar
Little piggy
Won a meal for three
Of to the Ritz
Greeted by the maitre de
Twenty course meal
That’s a lot to bank
Two piggy’s ate
Thee other one drank
Maitre de asked
Bemused confused
Why did you two eat
And your mate
Drank while
On the phone
I will reply said I
One of us at to go
Wee wee
all the way home.
where there’s darkness there’s light, that’s what they say

but she’s heartless
and there was no light on saturday

how could she do this, how could she turn

w o r s e than those who damaged her?

no salvation, no “please,”
only devastation and scars no one will see

she’ll never have the life she planned in her dreams
gently pushed against a car,
intoxicated

been kissed before,
but not like this

could be the flutters
of a first kiss
July 2019
serendipitous & real,
touched through the screen.

everything else is surreal but
these flags are green.

ready to go
so keep this flow

serene.
December 17, 2024 @ 5:09 AM-5:27 AM
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