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The dawn rolls out a new day
No past grudges
Embrace joy
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
reflect the stranger within my soul.
Unveil my strength, my grace,
expose my scars and flaws and all.
I am a tapestry made from frayed threads of a fractured heart
snakes always

make out.

two almonds limp

with kiss.

adapting crevices.

expository colorations.

jamberry's bleach--

needing space.

imagining the need

of space.
On a cold winter’s day
It’s morning
The air is crisp and cold
While the sky is bright
There’s no sign of warmth
People going about
Bundled up
Bodies and hands
Cold
Trying to create warmth
Cats seeking a spot of sun
Cafe clients sitting
Huddled together
Battling the cold
Everyone seeking
To battle the cold
Warmth
In fairytales spun with threads of gold,
Fantasy weaves tales, but truth untold,
Dreams painted in hues of perfection,
Reality's absence, a cruel deception.

Characters clad in virtues so divine,
Yet life's complexities, they undermine,
For in the real world, shadows persist,
Fairytales evade truths that exist.

In castles tall, love's kiss breaks the spell,
But reality's truths, a harder sell,
In flawed hearts, love's journey is strife,
Fairytales deny the tumultuous life.

Happily ever after, a whimsical notion,
Life's challenges scorn such devotion,
For happiness waltzes with sorrow's song,
Fairytales mask the struggles lifelong.

So, I loathe the tales with happy endings,
Reality's narrative, it keeps transcending,
In life's tapestry, flaws are an art,
Fairytales, a facade, keeping us apart.
I could be at the lowest depths
The most sunken death
But when I see the sea
That’s when I’m free
Dad look
I am good at taking care my sibling
Would you look at me now?

Dad look
I have perfect scores in all of my tests
Would you look at me now?

Dad look
I'm good at volleyball
Would you look at me now?

Dad Look
I'm already in college
Would you look at me now?

Dad Look
I graduate with honor
Would you look at me now?

Dad I'm getting tired now
Look at me dad
What do you want me to do?
For you to look at me
Safe
He's safe from the grave
Breathe
He's braver than me
I stopped believing again
He's seized more of life
In him
Ooooo

Too weak
Too weak and I'll leave
Two weeks
Two weeks and he's ceased
He fought for his needs forgiven
And see
I'll be on my knees
'Fore him
'Fore him
'Fore him

Ok

Keep it going
Excerpt from the album Number Two Son (2024).
Unburden
Let go
Breathe
Without resistance
Let life flow
Pause for a moment
In the joy of existence
I want to skip the montage
I'd see who stayed and who's gone
Did I lose the weight
Did I leave or stay
Could I be what I needed
Or did I stay in bed depleted
I want to skip the montage;
Move forward to when I've moved on
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