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Azaria Apr 2019
i’m afraid that i need too much
validation to be ok
all this talk of top and bottom
regardless of the whole
i wasted a liter of water today
all this talk about plastic straws and
forgiving and moving on
there is so much that i have not let go
of yet
i want the same slap on the wrist
for the worst parts of me
a holiday dedicated to
my warmth
and childlike idealism
i want all the parts of
myself back
from you
Azaria Nov 2017
how you put too much
garlic in everything
and the way
i miss your presence
like longing
for white hills and trees
you: like overthinking
everything that started
before it began
like: dc in the summer time
you: like jail breaking
our favorite moments
capturing time
like a shared vision
such a match that i just can't be a donor.
Azaria Sep 2017
i'm still stuck on you
in the middle of
me being verdant
and withering
and  you not
being able to grow
there's enough
of you to fill
up a small
village in africa
but i just want
a piece of you:
baby corn-toothed
flawed man
i want you to revive
or ruin me
in rage
or in love
the hour of vengenance strikes, and I love you.
Azaria Sep 2017
and the verdant
of your
body that evolve
so eloquently
like monochromatic
the sky is smitten
with your
and i
love you
you look like the world in your attitude of giving.
Azaria Jun 2018
then i remember i am
the sun
and the earth
loved me for the nectar
i shed through my
the woman before and after
you existed
large breasted wide hipped
brown woman
men (boys) have bought me pastries
from new york
and pancakes from diners
whole bottles of malibu coconut
*** and adoration
even held
me on
the warm days
i will always crave
the sound of your
voice on the quietest
of nights
but you are not the sun
please ignore me, i am so high.
Azaria May 2017
call me your
butterscotch queen
and revel in
my sticky
i refuse to do it all without you.
Azaria Jun 5
like sophie’s choice
or maybe i’m just being
maybe a little too self
or close up on it
the faith died a couple
of times
not in the middle of the
night like you
would think
but in many multiverses
that all end in
the same way
i can’t love both me and
you abundantly
Azaria Feb 27
i want you
like i crave
shelter in the longest
winter i have ever lived
all this space from you
shouldn’t be a thing
no planets in retrograde
i want slower time
this little boy at school
told me that they are letting
people on mars now
i wish we could fly
there and get tonight
i want you more than
stars and forever
Azaria Jan 2020
in my bag
and i find you
at the surface of it all
a 15 minute visual
album of first love
you live in the
back of my
taking solace in
the quiet corners of


sticking to you in
the nighttime
you break down
my natural composition
of chaos and good intentions
Azaria Dec 2018
new wave thoughts
about me
no more writing
about love
for other people
12:41 and no more
writing about
all the ways my girlfriend
can't love me the
way i love her
before our time
little white men sold
her mind away
cerulean boat trips
from the promise
of emotional security
into the land of
avoidant attachment and
rich dreams of
comfort before falling
and living but
not feeling
how the **** do you
live if you don't feel everything?
i feel the beginning like
18 years of virginity
and broken starts
almost a lots and
never anythings
the middle like
sifting through
oppression and finding
the ******* and the love
intertwined like rice
in braided hair and
messages in old hymns
breaking bread like
whisper-talking through
the bad times
going down on
you parting
your red sea
like moses in heat
your breaths unfolding
like the duality of
old ***** spirtuals
and the interpretation of
the end like loving you
being nothing of a
born into a
system where black
love isn't enough
i bleed cognac for
when midnight
isn't dark enough
to capture
your mind before
it's capture
all the beautiful things
before 12:41 you
left back
in the motherland
Azaria Jan 18
i guess it's true
that you can't have
all the things you want
at once
all this intersection
between words and perception
i am not the person you
think i am
or maybe i am
my face just looks
different from various
angles and near
Azaria Sep 2017
i admire the way you purge
putting your face on,
your night shirt,
and then your love

you unwind time
like poetry
leaving traces of your
idiosyncrasies from
all the seasons
inside the seams
of your pillows
and ever
changing faces

you: like Amos Lee and your salty jokes
during the summer months
like exchanging faces beneath the linen
like your ceiling fan turned on to
blow the air
or the love away
forgetting is so long.
Azaria Oct 2017
i'd **** the moon
to relive those
cyan minutes
where you were
half the man
i'd always hoped you'd be
when you didn't blame
the circumstance of time
and the missteps of
whose flaws you
worshipped like
second nature

your black mouth
gaping open
like cognac
your midnight
suspended in the air
absorbing the
verdant curves of
my mother's body
that read like
von Guérard's
Lake Wakatipu

i want to
find you
on the verge
of complete absolution
the precise
tweezed hair
when you moved
so eloquently
in my mother
and created me

there are foreign
so seamlessly
into my DNA
you ask me
why the
silken birds
fell into
the night
when i let
touch me
in loathing or in love.
Azaria 6d
seeing both sides
talking out of both
sides of your mouth
i want you at the worst
at your worst angles
you're the worst of me
you settle into the lines
of my skin
like lotion
like smoke after
a fire
like life and
like death
Azaria May 2017
drown me in
the ease
that drips from your
and becomes you
in your life, my infinite dreams live.
Azaria Jun 2018
i don't quite know
how possible it
is to psychoanalyze yourself
to figure out the tender reasons
why you place people so
delicately on your plate
making sure the mashed potato
man and baby corned tooth
woman don't touch
like sticking a fork in
yourself trying to
pull out how she
made you feel
in 6 words or less
the language gettting
muddled like word salad
that only you can understand
eating and loving
becoming synonymous
like you asking me if
i (still) love you
and drowning my
chicken in the fiercest
bbq sauce
it's fleshy white
crying out like
a blemish
on history with
no take-backs
like using
every condiment
and coping mechanism
trying to cleanse
my pallete of
Azaria Mar 2019
jumping to conclusions
like gap years
with no intent
of returning back
to universe 1
composed of matter
i am unequal disproportions
of good intentions
and inconsistency
a little
i want quality time,
altruism, and attention
a $700/ a month off campus
a slap on the wrist for
the worst parts of me
******* to the government
conspiracy of whites looking
for an opportunity to bring
the black (wo)man
******* to the
smoke, the air, the stress
for taking up space
where the love was
supposed to be
but most of all
******* azaria
you had a good thing
and you ****** it
Azaria Sep 2018
bag posts like
thoughts floating
in my head like
carousel days
i've had a lot
that i've wanted to
cry about lately
i want to be loved
enough to be put
into a song
my smooth skin
lingering in the
underflaps of a melody
a declaration of love
for my child-like enthusiasm
and unconventional
ways of loving you
Azaria Feb 20
all these things
that mean exactly what
they look like
you say it walks
like a duck but
talks like a dinosaur
why does your jealousy
fill up the air like
i miss the country
side without all
the attachments
the oxygen is clean
like velvet
and your words sink to
the bottom of the sky
like tasteless freedom
Azaria Nov 2017
i asked how you were doing
because people
forget to do that a lot
like the way they
forget to clean the lint
out of the vent in the dryer
like the way they pass
you like a sea of faces
when they've been inside
of you
their eyes
once preserved the
lining of your skin
like embalming fluid
that trapped all of
your best qualities
like an essence in
a polaroid photo
i'm glad that
you found someone
whose shadow you
could watch like
a second vision of me
her courvoisier hair  
down her back
like a freudian slip
you peeled my layers
like an unrelenting onion
except your tears were
like history
they floated across
the air like the
ships that carried my
caramel brown
like the clouds
that showed
them the interpretation
of dreams
that grew and breathed
like daniel ceasar's voice
at 12:33 am
like accepting love
that you don't deserve  
and eating two pieces of pie
right before you go
to bed
telling yourself 
that life is too short
if you love me, won't you let me know?
Azaria Aug 31
i’ve decided that i will write
about you the way frida
wrote about diego
i love you and i wish
you never existed
Azaria Jul 2018
like 1500 ways to
skin a cat
and being
told you're wrong
for your technique
the rugged edges of your
knife snagging on the
skin like
good intentions
unfolding like
in the heat of the
Azaria Jun 2
word to the wall
for catching me
and the night for
embracing our
love in other
word to the guilt
and pinched nerve
for always letting me
word to the growth
and the truth and chika
word to you
for reviving or
ruining me
word to time
for coming too early
and too late
word to my stubborn
*** for writing this
and keeping on
Azaria Jul 2018
trying not to
**** myself like
gratitude journals
and internalizing every
word on drake's new album
trying to understand
why you want to **** me
in the middle of
12 am twitter dms
wearing your words
like a straight jacket
that once made me feel
tiny desk concerts like
a hard life lesson
with lukewarm thoughts
of you on the hottest
of days
Azaria Feb 2019
trying not to **** myself
like happy thoughts
and bad timing
life lessons on
the duality of
caught in the karmic
the good and bad of
me struggling
for dominance
and general unluckiness
frozen time like
longing for it all back
20 years and i've
all done is
master the art of
falling in love
and ******* up
Azaria Sep 2019
seeking validation
like coming up for air
after being underwater for 6
like looking for the reminents
of yourself on your past lovers
collecting them up
like searching for the meaning of
life and getting ****** in the
understanding heartbreak
like birthing your feelings
a c section to remove
the security
the intimacy
the love
Azaria Jul 2018
sacred water
doesn't drip from
in between my legs
when you read me like
post fornication
you didn't
walk 9 miles through
the desert
to find me in the
middle of nowhere-pa
to ****
me under the
notions of your religion
my words are not the italicized-
of all the people that existed before
worship me
like moses' interpretation
of jesus on the third day
rising up like hot air
and pinned arms on
Azaria Jul 2020
i’m paranoidly
in love you
i admired you
quickly and
you impacted me in
the quiet parts  
of spring pandemics
self discovery
life cycles and
almost-leo season
i want peace and
all of you
Azaria Aug 2017
my love for you
is traced along
the borders of
east Jesus nowhere
lingering in
the middle
of me
being verdant
and withering
and you
not being
able to grow
your chest is
Shangri-La (i cry when i think about it)
i want to break into you
and live inside
the coating
of your skin
i hope this message finds you better than it does leaving me.
Azaria Dec 2017
crumbled words
your chalk
traced pavement
like white noise from
a tv
i dream about your
legs in between
my thighs
at night
when i cannot breathe
when does the longing stop?
Azaria Feb 2020
coping with loss
life a series of
good and bad
i want hope
and healing for
folded into
1,000 origami
immune system
preventing me
from feeling too
cycles of time
and happiness
existing like the
i want
peace in small doses
Azaria Apr 19
word to my past
and present
i hope you aren't doing anything
to compromise your happiness
i hope you are at peace
i hope you are in love
Azaria Jul 2017
when i dream
your black
skin that
becomes the night
when I want to
Azaria Apr 2020
finding peace
in slowed/reverbed songs
and blue dreams
that suit the times
like a bug trapped
in amber
you look beautiful in
your 20’s
thick hair
and banana swishers
ancestral and telling
i crave your warm
body and contagious  
Azaria May 2020
i get the highest
with you
taking in your
contagious laughter
like 60 degree weather
and hopes of
more time
your body
moves like electricity
we play together
like children
i seek solace
in your
natural warmth
and raging intensity
Azaria Apr 19
trouble in spirtuality
you have become abundant
masking from viruses
and breathing in your love
i hope it frees you
Azaria Jan 18
all this time
avoiding completion
half drank candles
and cycles of
i want to split
you open
and find all
the answers
that i've been looking for
you come with solutions
like extended time
and more words
you make my entire body
when you do that thing when
i'm on my side
i like you by my side
inside me
like your laughter
on all the days
you are warm
like eternity
Azaria Jan 22
it’s lonely
having all the right
words at the wrong times
you take up so much space
when you’re alienating
i always wondered if
anger is hereditary
passed down like
bad habits and last names
or does it set in like dementia
and complacency
your fire swallows up
the majority of our
love when you forget to
Azaria May 2020
capturing your
essence like
don toliver’s album
and tongue kisses
i love you in
all states:
when you’re high,
laughing (with and at me)
Azaria May 2020
i can’t wait
to be in leo
season with you
basking in sun
and pride
you are warm
like all
good things
Azaria May 2020
so brown
you’re red
the greatest source
of potential energy
you emit
good vibes and
like broken
rubber bands
and tongue kisses
you exist in
the folds and
dark places
of me
i crave your
warm body
and electric skin
Azaria Jul 2020
you exist in a
religion of your
taking shape in
the form of
and stability
like food in a famine
i have been praying
for you
for years  
you fill the empty
spaces and
gaps inside of me
with orange laughter
and more life
Azaria Jul 2020
fighting is
i crave you always
why do you
act like this?
i love you
and without
Azaria Jul 2020
we take sun
like no one else
true leos
in our best
like nature
you perform for
verdant like
the origin of green
you are beautiful
and alive
like springtime
Azaria Aug 2020
every day you play
with the light of
the universe
you are more than
these warm hands
i hold tightly
like bottles of wine
and childhood memories
body of man
your shoulders
take form of mountains
that i have dreamed of

absorbing your
energy from the sun
through your
own process
of photosynthesis
turning light into
you have accepted me
in all shades and forms

i want our children
to have the
under your eyes
that get deeper
when you love me

i want you through
the seasons
of time and weather
cycles of chaos and

i want to celebrate
you in real time
licking your smooth
like the folds of
a blunt
sealing up all the good
for later

i will bring you
happy omens from the universe, good kush, sunny days, and baskets of tongue kisses
i want to do with you what
spring does to the cherry trees
personal take on pablo neruda’s, “everyday you play.”
Azaria Dec 2020
there's no way
that you couldn't
have known that
i was coming
that you couldn't feel
me trembling
on the cusp
of march
i loved you as soon
as i knew you
i just didn't realize
it until now
you fit perfectly
into my life/
next to my body
i miss sleeping
naked with you
at peace and
in alignment
Azaria Jul 2017
i'm verdant
in the summertime
my emotional
coated in a certain
my milk and honey
body in
full bloom
peel open
your dominican
flourish inside
me and make
each yellow
feel like new
on the lonely road where happiness needs us.
Azaria Aug 2017
the lines on
your hands
like pavement
when i touch them
tell me about how
they were passed down
from generations
of sun-dried
caramel brown
who dreamed in
canton pink
and worshipped
the sun like
it was a
tell me why your
breathe the
of kaledioscopic
that died hundreds of
years ago
impatiently and impulsively.
Azaria Dec 2017
a gift from god
that's what my mom
tells me that my name means
handcrafted like
blown glass vases from
god's kaleidoscopic hands
and dropped into the earth
like undigested chicken into the frying pan by
nonnie's crisco-battered
as time goes on i realize that
my neatly folded corners
have crinkles in them
from all the seconds that i have wasted and cannot get back
from all the good in people that i looked for
that wasn't there
i haven't experienced a
great tragedy but yet
the words still roll from my body
like thunder
like god in the sky clapping
down to me
saying you go girl
saying you've made it, azaria
you've finally arrived
my mom never told
me that my
father wouldn't love me
like the way the first
breath feels when you
come up for air after
being underwater
like his love wouldn't
be an exclamation point
to finish the part of
existence where i
wasn't present
a ******* to gravity
for depriving him
of my high-voltage skin
and heroic laughter
she didn't tell me that
i would go to college
and fall in love with a
girl who
has a collection of 23 hats
and speaks of jamaica
like a past life
she didn't tell me
that my heart would burn like
hitting the corner of your
hip on a table
like the sting of your knees
on raw carpet
and holding on to things
that weren't meant for you
she never told me that
the ending was the hardest part
that time is stagnant like an open wound
when you peer into the night
waiting for god
to confirm your existence
like splitting open the
white sky
a 2 am revelation
unfolding like
with your last breath
waiting for god to say
you go girl
you've made it, azaria
you've finally arrived
surely we'll live to see the day.
Azaria Dec 2017
why does a kiss
from a girl
on third floor
north hall in college
have to mean something
like a word that sticks
to your skin
like a past that you run from

like trying to explain yourself
as if you are just defined by one word
as if one singular word
could sum up
your elegance
your grace
the curve down the line of
your back that
has started wars
and disrupted the
calm existence of nature

like you were no one
before the person you are now
like the moment you fell from
the dark into the world
was nothing until now

and they ask you to define yourself
with adjectives and phrases
that could never sum up
your mid-july laughter
and the way you give
like air breathes

they want you to
use your blood and skin
your membranes and cells
to paint a verdant
so they can submerge themselves  
in the way your existence
is synonymous with
falling after you.
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