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A misplaced angel dreams of lush facades,
Marinated in an amber-honey glaze that
pools into the streets, homes and
hearts of its radiant inhabitants

I wish to rip that page
from Dorothy Gale's book,
heel clicking until I am back
in that primal womb of sunshine

where I am able to soak in
the richness of natal nutrients
conceived for my angeleño heart
Just been missing home for a while now. Thanks for the outlet y'all.
Emilio Valdez Feb 28
For awhile, I was running.

Running so hard, so fast,
My mind had no chance to let thoughts run past.

Lungs searing under the weight of my oxygen-demanding muscles,

I push my writhing muscles, while I wrench
This suffering heart to my will.

This foolish will of mine.
Emilio Valdez Feb 27
I am a fly
attracted to your nacreous glow.

                                           Just swat me already.
Emilio Valdez Feb 24
The world informed me that I am wrong for feeling, so I told myself to stop:

wallowing
freezing
fearing
aching
wishing
feeling

Why must I search for a meaning?
Why can’t I just be the meaning?
Emilio Valdez Feb 13
I can see you
But only in my imagination are you complete
Emilio Valdez Dec 2020
Moisture, madness mixy make
Tendrils find and *****
Into being; stones you’ll break
Minerals be your hope

Energy do take from me
And always be my child
In this new plane, which bares my name
You’ll never be defiled

Now reach, expand all through this land
Embrace all on your way
Do not propitiate my dear
Go living as you may
Emilio Valdez Dec 2020
A single pixel point of light
In warm and dank, rich dark
I tread with disposition mild
And countenance so stark

Enveloped in effluvium
The senses grow too dull
Emotions try but do in vain
This darkness always culls

So be this place; so be its pow'rs
Its pangs touch me not much
Be it friend or be it foe
So am I in its clutch
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