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julius alcancia May 2014
all roads lead to somewhere.

where?
that i don't know.

barefooted thoughts,
how will i deal with loss?
julius alcancia May 2014
vague words,
they're silent.
they're honest.
tasteless,
yes the rain.
or your cigar.
it's black,
it's white.
like the skyline.
plain,
yet obscure.
imposing,
but unnoticed.

vague words.
from me,
to you.

vague words.
from here,
to heaven.
julius alcancia May 2014
what if for a second,
you can love me back.
look at my eyes
the way i adore yours.
rub your supple lips
to mine 'till i break apart.
squeeze my hand
and never let go.
write poetry about us,
like i'm the only thing in the world.
wake up next to me,
after those soothing lullabies.
feel your body,
close to mine.

what if.
what if.
what if.

you can love me back.

then i wouldn't have to write you a poem.
julius alcancia May 2014
she is the oxygen i breathe,
the bread i eat.
(10w)
julius alcancia May 2014
i am an owl in the night
wide awake and unseen
caressing yesterday
cursing your daybreak beam.

stiffened by a promise
of watching over you from afar
wipe the tears in my eyes
so that i may learn to fly.
julius alcancia May 2014
will i ever find you.
scotch tapes and
mashed potatoes.
(10w)
julius alcancia May 2014
that stigma.
stings like a bee.
like those unread poems for her.
gray skies and saturday sunsets.
the road less traveled.
i want to see more.
but i'm practically dead.
and it's a sad thing.
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