I am not a morning person.
I am not a man built for the sunrise,
unless said sunrise is rising sullenly over the ridge
on the culmination of a long summer's eve.

This is not something that
One
      Should
            Necessarily
                       ­  Lament
When considering the fact that
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The hours of night beckon unceasingly.
Time well spent in the company of Erebos.
In a world where neon seems to burn with the brilliance of hydrogen,
A confundation of chemistry comparable to my every interaction.

Yet I find myself yearning for the age
That I fall asleep on the same day in which I woke.

Have ye beheld (with much delight)
A red rose peeping through a white?
Or else a cherry (double graced)
Within a lily? Centre placed?
Or ever marked the pretty beam
A strawberry shows half drowned in cream?
Or seen rich rubies blushing through
A pure smooth pearl, and orient too?
So like to this, nay all the rest,
Is each neat niplet of her breast.

John Keats
John Keats
John
Please put your scarf on.

No need for dramatics but cinderblock house arrangment tempo
Is not equal to the federal concordance
Checking back
No
No
No wait
equals

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I have nowhere to go
So I go back to the start
Back to the headlights
Collide just as I remeber
The sea of sparks they make
I will swim in them to understand
A crowned king now lies headless
A creaking sparrow eyes him hungrily
I will have to go soon
But a heart stopped beating
I don't mind compressing it
Until it start again
Never would I
Feel as I feel right now
Like I don't even belong here
I belong with the mountains
I belong beneath sun
In the center of forests
Forgotten and dark
We
Play Science
Using spells that glow
Like Roman Candles
and torches made of old cloth
to push back the dark until we forget what it felt like
To be alive

This is a feeling that
resonates within me

and makes me quiet.
I feel empty
and wanting.

so empty, yet so full
of wanting more.

I know how my life
looks, I know how
I want it to look

and I want you in it.

Maybe I'm just *******
scared of transition

Maybe I've realized
that i'm terrified of
being alone.

So I use people

like teddy bears. I
hold them close,
sleep with them every
night
         sigh into their
soft       fur

               and kiss their paws

But eventually, I throw my bear
                                           to the
garbage.

And I try to sleep
without it, but
the nights are cold
and scary
So I ask Teddy
to come back.
But Teddy's not the
same.

                 Teddy doesn't soothe.


So I get a new bear

never happy


It's this feeling

that resonates in me

that I'll always be here,

with or without a

******* teddy bear

and I should

teach    myself to

feel good,

even when I sleep
                     alone.



                   Is that it?
                          Am I just
                           scared of
                        alone-ness?

scared of the night?


But I feel it in my skin,
in the follicles of my hair,
and behind my teary
           wet eyes

That

          Oneday

I will walk down the
street at night.

Daring someone to
cross my path.

Wearing high heel shoes,


just waiting for someone

                            to fall in love
with my glowing smile

and my radiant hair,

just so I can say,

    "no thank you."

naked after a shower


i sit, my knee
pulled my chest


my chin resting there

then, my lips kiss the little mountain peak i have created

brushing against
my soft skin

i reach up, feel the back of my neck

fragile in my fingertips

                      with my other hand
                 i touch the dark red curls

in between my warm legs, covered in soft blonde hair


i am so in love with my body

and my own yogurt
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