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Heavy Hearted May 2020
oil paint
your poetry
onto the caravan
of my lungs-
so that tonight, may I still see;
all the colors
of your thoughts.
INSPIRED BY GHOST OF JUPITER'S 'GRAFFITI'
Heavy Hearted Apr 2020
Painting the pictures I wanted to be in ~

Our life's lines are implied as parallels,
For they trace in the same direction
To our collective personnel's
profound destination:

As our life's lines are redrawn,
again and once again,
Our destiny's knotted into one,
A Triquatra till the end.

Know our lines stay parallel-
Though Infinite,  they'll never meet
In their never joining spell
Their truths within decept.
Heavy Hearted Apr 2020
Just because every leaf & stem, n all the greenery of foliage-
Twist up to the sun;
Doesn't mean some flowers won't still bloom in shadow.
Don't discredit a blossom in the dark- Though the light hits the leaves,
the truth of each petal
Is privately dispatched,
Through each color- and in each shape

of every lightless rhythm.
Heavy Hearted Feb 2020
Look like the flower but be the serpent beneath
Teach for the hour but speak only for minuets
Love for the passion but **** for the pride
Climb for the high, screaming never enough
Remember the happiness
And weep, when you feel its echo.

A unique love owns
Both me and my Father (and brother)
As it's special home's
Found within one another.
So be what you are. Dare and think and move free
But humor always
the lover
your dad raised you to be.
Sorry
Heavy Hearted Feb 2020
Empty smell-
hate that you
need more

you feel
the bad days away;

and forget the point.
Original prose from nonsensical writing i found in a book my buddy left in my car


Then again, hes as real an artist as anyone I've ever met. No short of a lie. Seriously.
Heavy Hearted Feb 2020
As you lay asleep-I recount each word, every
sound and syllable,
I memorize them;

and despite my plans I still spill out
over these words
and all across my page, that
As you lay asleep-
I am left to my imagination
and in a failure
or another life,  
rhyme and rhythm
take priority,
and
my imagination settles.

as you lay asleep, I wonder

then regret.
Zuzu
Heavy Hearted Dec 2019
paranoia isn't pleasant

squeal patrician and yell peasant,

their criticism, effervescent

and advice glowing
iridescent

now
scintillating incandescent-

dissatisfaction ever-present
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