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Lakin Feb 2016
I cannot ignore
my watercolor dreams
of foreign places
and their local
eyes puddled in
mystery and a
sense of youth;
all of which
make a desperate
calling to bring
me back to
the sprawling hills
of everywhere.
Lakin Nov 2015
A
broken record
melodiously repeating
the same phrase
to a constant rhythm:

“I love you”
“I love you,”

And
a timid ear eager
in pace to halt the
sounds of the music’s
delicate reassurance
I wish this poem would have never been written, because I can't stomach feeling distant from my lover.
Lakin Jul 2016
they have
been here-
Plath,
Hemingway,
Dickinson-
where merriment
grows little,
and sorrow
feasts abundantly
on the
sacrificial red
ink I
must bleed
to convey
what my
voice dare
not say.
it's been a while since I've written, so hopefully it doesn't show.
xx
Lakin Aug 2016
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Write. Write so much your hand aches from long nights spent love-making to your paper. Write because the word dandelion is beautiful, and so are girls and so is life. Think less about why he hurt you and more about words similar to fearless or independent. Question the stanzas, but stop at nothing to bleed the pain of yesterday.

Write- because this isn't art- this is survival.
Somethings we must keep reminding ourselves.

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