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  Sep 30 bakunawa

summer vanished in an instant
i always told my momma we should move
somewhere else far from here
  Sep 10 bakunawa

told her I care, under the lemon tree
she don't care, yeah, she don't
that I do, and that's that

lemondrop, toyredcar, khakiskirt
reach up on the branch and twist
a little to the right and the fruit yields

she don't care
  Sep 5 bakunawa
let me tell you what i love about you
love to think of all the possibilities
my knife could so brazenly roam across
the surface of skin so glossy my own
gets tingles just thinking about it

let me tell you what i love about you
we love to make fun of the oceans, and how
boring life is without our own viciousness
our very blood is hedonistic, is it not?
swim away, edge closer to me while i edge closer to you
  Sep 5 bakunawa
there's a lot more
to being dead i suppose
when there was going to be
two dents in the bed
but there's only me in it tonight
bakunawa Aug 23
take care to never
confuse magic and
illusions in your mind...

you only call it
a lowly 'illusion'
when someone else
is fooling you

but it's always
ever been 'magic'
when you're the one
robbing yourself blind.
'tis weird right? like we can grow into the disillusionment from smokes and mirrors but still call it magic as if a mystical lexical escapism from the bittersweet fact that it's also called trickery.

nonetheless, thanks for reading^
  Aug 21 bakunawa
Anne Scintilla
Do little birds
to jump
from nests
perched like cliffs?

Do little birds
to ricochet
from the ground
towards the clouds?

Or, do little birds
to flap
feeble wings;
a desperate plight to survive?
here's a short reflection on how we grow.
is it by necessity or by fate, that we are
who we are?

i haven't been able to write for months now.
it feels right to be back here.

  Aug 21 bakunawa

finally seeing a balance
in my bank account
smoking under the last
hours of the sun's reign
feel like i fell out of love
like i'm losing a part of myself
like my mom or dad died
she said boys like me
are bad ones
now that we're deeper into July
she said boys like me
make her go sad
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