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Glass Nov 2019
you've seen me face identities
that seem seductive,
that there was little time to retreat into an haunting
but an urge for the past has came back
asking for
larger vows
that question every knock on an empty
"but winter is cold," and the warmth of the sun
is once again left me behind
a non ordinary

- G
Glass Aug 2019
secrets are happening over unpaved floors,
the summer goodbye, the lovers that were only fantasies in a leviathan envy -
that I pretended to be a melted oath
caught between thunder and rain,  but "I'm trying to get
myself together" because
I exist and you are a  
downtown whirlpool"
lost in the smoke from the hookah lounge next door,
being insightful about "our" butterfly effect
being better

- G
Glass May 2019
the crystal faith you praise
is fractured with dysphoria
that two years from now you won't be able to distinguish my beauty
and we'll fall apart into
a open concept of bigger questions (hydroxide pause) and then my scenery
will be vivid and fluently spoken towards repeated
images and small - town secrets
of surprise but tomorrow isn't sunny,
the damage
has already begun

- G
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Glass Mar 2019
you are unsure of the moment
of when you dreamed of cotton candy clouds and
God, asking for another chance to spiral
but you've been through lifetimes of "wonderful rehearsals of a blooming blackberry bush"
that its become revenant,
a persuasiveness of another trustful lilac that your life
will never been a desirable garden but you've found
a diagnosis to lose all the highway
sighs, "provoking the past and

- G
Glass Feb 2019
the part one analysis has felt a
heavy globe "a sad blue tone of being salutary
when the mind
thinks nothing is reasonable"
because you've committed sins behind the butterflies wings
and when I die
part two will operate a revolutionized spring that
no one has ever seen, but
part three is drifting not listening, to your mother and father
yet you are locked without a well preserved
theraputical rose
that only rises when someone mentions to exfoliant her
soft skin  

- G
Tears are words that need to be written.”
– Paulo Coelho

There are moments when I wish I could roll back the clock and take all the sadness away, but I have the feeling that if I did, the joy would be gone as well.”
– Nicholas Sparks
Glass Jan 2019
you haven't spoken two words since the
last time we met in our insincere clutch to our romantic allusion -
I was never able to murmur or scream a goodbye,
only a hurtling purpose to be dazed
that you still write to keep my muse
lingering in your night terrors, and
oh don't forget
the glass of wine on the stone cold counter,
we have both come far in our own lives
that development of
something new is such an inebriating piece
to hover

- G
goodbye past
Glass Jan 2019
there have been sureties
not been able to suffer from avoidance;
contiguity and octave that when our hands compose
they become
a cistern prognosis that are
visibly shut
in there own organs waiting for
an unborn character to synchronize to an
upset weakness, and a
faltered selfish flavor that jolts into
a superstition of someones apathetic
disposition - "he's only in your mind"

- G
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