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Strutting
in place
Message
defaced
Words left
to spew
Bombast
in view
Worshipping
mirrors
Begging
for fame
Image
debasing
Vanity’s
— claim

(The New Room: March, 2025)
I've come home / I hate it here
It looks the same / exactly as terrifying
I find it comforting / similar to a straight jacket
The stillness / it's suffocating

Hands reach for hugs / unwanted
Eyes search for meaning / we look away
Colors stream around us / they're dull, shades of gray

Why do I want to run away?
Night sky
The giant gown of night sky
felt like smooth billowing black satin.
With vast embroidered fields
of shimmering stars of passion.
Spend with me the nights irrational.
The straight paths are always diagonal.
Scars and stars, a dark and light decoupage.
The tiny moment can one day be large.
It's the glitter days we long to enlarge.
Rational is a mortal chain
On sanity's barge.
and if one day
you decide to stop calling
i’ll still be leaving my phone
with the sound on
for the night
sweet love, sweet lover
welling up to eternity
- Holy Spirit forever.
Give me your heart
And I’ll give you mine
Give me your heart
And I can see
Give me your heart
And it will be me
people say im idealistic
and that might be true
but its better to think
that there is a window with a better view
than the dreary one your looking through
because where theres room
for growth and change
there is also room
to stay the same.
its better to hope that there is something better for you that to think that what you have is all you will ever have
So many things that
Words can never say
                •
Too many words that
Just get in the way
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