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N Jul 2020
I catch a star in my palm, and
it brightens my dark thoughts

God is far from me tonight,
so I pray to the moon

The midday sun burns me
like my mother’s touch
N Jul 2020
I am the sunflower that
grows in your garden,
and worships you like the sun
N Jul 2020
The clock is stuck at 3:33 AM,
my mind is stuck in yesterday

I drink a glass of water,
and wait for my heart
to stop bleeding

My soul weeps,
but I don’t stop writing
N Jul 2020
Joy
Orchids,
bird wings,
moonlight,
deep sleep,
and your small hands
N Jul 2020
At nights when I can’t utter
a word from my ugly mouth

My eyes pour out the words,
and I make a wish to be yellow
N Jul 2020
Here,
take my fragile heart,
it is yours to break

Here,
take my tormented soul,
it holds but agonizing pain

Here,
take my sleepy eyes,
they have shed enough tears

Here,
take my whole body,
I wish to disappear completely
Ode to Radiohead. I hope Thom Yorke is having a beautiful day.
N Jul 2020
In your cold absence,
I have forgotten what
the word warmth meant

Perhaps you were  
the word warmth

But now, you are
the word silence

I talk to you,
but you do not talk back
Ode to River Phoenix. This poem is inspired by the campfire scene from My Own Private Idaho which was written by River himself.
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