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I'm a poet lost in a world of words
Searching and hoping for poetry unheard

I'm an artist who paints a newer kind of art
With a bigger vocabulary and broken heart

I'm a doctor, trying to self diagnose
To find a cure to this heart ache that no one knows

I'm a farmer trying to plant new seeds
Or maybe a gardener removing old weeds

Either way, regardless of who I may be
I'm just trying hard not to repeat poetry
I was born on November 11th, I hear that makes me a Scorpio.
I don’t really know what that means. I’m 5'2,I don’t know how to swim & I’m a sucker for a girl with a nice smile, soft voice & clean sneakers.
I’m still learning how to whisper,
I’m often loud in places where I should be quiet & I’m often quiet in places where I should be loud.
I was born feet first & I’ve been backwards ever since.
I’ve been told that I give really bad hugs.
People say that it feels like I’m trying to escape.
Sometimes it’s because I am & secretly I get really nervous Every time someone gets close enough to hear me breathe.
I have this odd fascination with things like sand castles & ice sculptures.
I assume it’s cause I usually find myself dedicating time to things That will only last a few moments,
I tend to fall in love with women Who have no potential.
See relationships, they often remind me that I’m not afraid of heights or falling But I’m scared of what’s going to happen the moment that my body hits the ground.
I’m also clumsy.
Yesterday, I tripped over my self-esteem, I landed on my pride & it shattered like an iPhone with a broken face..
Now I can’t even tell who’s trying to give me a compliment.
I’ve never been in the military, but I have this Purple Heart.
I got it from beating myself up over things I can’t fix.
I have solar-powered confidence
&
A battery operated smile.
The sea
frightens
me.

Too deep
wide
dark
ice
wet
filled with
creatures

It does
not stop.

Kisses sweetly
the sandy
shoreline:
Is it teasing
or begging
forgiveness?

It cannot
stop.

My fear
lies in the
immensity of
its depths
and
in the
thought that
pleasing or
pleading

The ocean
will kiss
the shoreline
-always-
with a frothy
caress
Do you think of me,
As much as I think of you?
Because you're the first thing on my mind
When I wake
And the last thing on my mind before I sleep.
Let's just say I think of you all the time.
You call this a family?
When everything is filled with turmoil.
I feel as though I have to walk on eggshells so I don't say the wrong thing and make this family go against me.
I feel this constant burden and I don't know how to escape it.
I don't know what to do anymore.
I don't know what it right.
When you guys go against everything that I believe in.
I just don't know what a family is anymore.
Can't you see how
it's a long way
down
from the haunt of the
stars stop shining
when you shut your eyes.

I sometimes
break my lines
blur between happiness
and being awake I
can barely feel anything
when you speak.

It's not quietude, nor
speechlessness it's
the way my mind grows
into a cancer of memories-
how one potentially harmful
dies everyday like clock-
work can't make time
stop the way you
do.

I break between
my lines some-
time pours into your eyes.

We can speak in fine tongues
and drink wine older than our hours
but when it comes to you I
let my tongue tie
itself in a knot.

I tend to
break into my lines
which is why you could never
know that after I said I love
you never came.
My favorite figure
of speech en-
jambment.
I want so much to hold your hand
but I can't even hold myself together.


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