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Raw and uncut, the Poet
  sharpened his edge

The entry wound targeted,
  with fury bright red

The first cut the deepest,
  and clean to the bone

His wound bleeding freely,
—its suture unknown

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
 Dec 2016 Rickie Louis
April
Never did I think
I could be this way
I am the center of your universe,
you grip my hand,
I close my eyes
and all I can see are the stars

Never did I imagine
I could hold my own weight, but yours as well
I stand tall
even when you let me go,
I close my eyes to the darkness,
but its still bright, and I remember
You've touched me everywhere

Never did I believe , my fears would vanish
and it's all because of you

Yet,
You don't understand
the impact you make
and every which way I phrase it
I can't capture how magnificent
you truly are

So this is my thank you,
this is my testament,
you're worth my whole world
and one day I hope you'll see
you're not ordinary
you've been a shining star this whole time
We all come across someone who can be the farthest from ordinary, yet they can't distinguish their greatness from others.
Escaping the unknown
becomes easier
when you listen
to the echos of dark.


My god says, the peeled
oranges will feed the
starved moon, when you
invite the rains.

Invisible hills will send
the bronze poems to you,
once the black night starts
drinking the green water.

The nightmare looms large―
climbs up my chest to
lick the isles, throwing me in
parenthesis, failing the commas.
 Dec 2016 Rickie Louis
vhea
maybe the water will take pity on us
sending waves
to take me
*back to you
i met you on the beach that windy summer day. you were wearing blue shorts and i was drinking that ****** coconut juice. you said hi and i almost spit out my drink. i didn't know you'd disappear so quickly. i miss you.
 Dec 2016 Rickie Louis
Sam
Sat there, thinking about anything.
Feel the sudden surge of saddness,
and try to cry, but realize your body is too weak?
I feel as if I'm sinking,
but also as if I'm the one
who tied the weight around my ankles

i've
  never
    been
      more
        confused.

my heart is a ticking time bomb
and the after shock will be worse than the initial blow,
i promise you.

like a handgun just fired,
or fresh blood dripping in clean snow,
it's noticeable, my love for self-destruction.

the scent of sadness lingers around my being
and soap won't strip the depression
out of my hair so i guess im stuck here.
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