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pariel Jun 2019
i hope i kept an envelope of every being that you uttered

an envelope that i can return to, someday

and hope that most of them are still alive

an envelope filled with smiles, sunflowers, and high-pitched laughter
pariel Jun 2019
for the poem I lost inside my drawer,
forgive me.

life happened
eyes dampened
glasses moistened
soul unawakened
pariel May 2019
i send my apologies to the one inside

my person, who limitlessly produce words
Stringing it into stories

i got distracted by fear and void

destroying authentic creative
pariel May 2019
Exhausted of the pavement
that most of us want.

The pattern
that almost none of us don’t need.

Chasing something
that we shouldn’t be a part of.

Ignoring
the pavement that was made for us.
pariel May 2019
Loving someone so much that you turn a blind eye to the fact that he/she can’t do the same.

Exhausted frustration of courting someone every single day with the knowledge that it cannot work out. Getting signs here and there but you cannot determine whether it’s a warning for a dead end or a motivational pill; either way, you ignore it. The assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen. Trusting in something you cannot explicitly prove. A feeling not returned.

Having the behavior that shows a lack of good sense and judgement. Possessing the epitome deportment of the top-notch quality of being stupid; yet, you disregard. Bombarded with voices that complain, disdain of you being hard. Befalling instances that shout JUST QUIT ALREADY; yet, you continue. You stop for their faint of eye, resume afterward.

Loving something so much that you turn a blind eye to the fact that it can’t do the same.

The unrequited sanity, leaving you high and dry.


And yes, this is not a letter about love.

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