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Andrew Jun 22
Splish, splish, ploop.
A stone gently disturbs
the plane of the mirror,
before descending
into undisclosed depths.
Ripples erupt, breaking
the surface of the tarn.
As the current subsides—
splish, splish, ploop.

What if we could
live and die,
creating such soft—
such token undulations?
Splish, splish, ploop.
Let’s cause cosmic waves
of compassion and aegis
for the planet,
our companion-
leaving, as such, small
wrinkles and blemishes
upon the surface.
Splish, splish, ploop.

A. I. Myles   2o June, 2o19
@athenaeumthoughts
Andrew Jun 19
A “mailbox” is
a funny thing.
It used to be a means
of keeping in touch
with the ones that we loved—
a tool for connections
and correspondences.
What do we even have
mailboxes for now?
Stores send out coupons
for us to accumulate
goods now.
Credit card companies
send out reminders
to pay off our debts now.
Everyone’s circulating love,
but of status and wealth now.
We’ve become so consumed
with our phones, with fashion
and greed...
how?


A. I. Myles   19 June, 2o19
@athenaeumthoughts
Andrew Jun 19
Please don’t tell me
“you’re too young
to be tired.”
I’ll be as tired
as I dang-we’ll please.
There are so many ways
to be “spent”
beyond what you see
physically—
weariness runs more
than skin-deep.
So don’t tell me how
you think I should feel,
because you could
never understand.
My brain, it thrums constantly
and drains me emotionally,
in ways that you
can’t fix with sleep.

A. I. Myles   18 June, 2o19 @athenaeumthoughts
Andrew Jun 16
I’ve experienced more
than my eyes could
ever show you.
Steal a glimpse
through the window
when the moonlight hits
just right,
and you might
find the faintest flicker-
vivid imagery.

I’ve experienced more
than my lips could
ever tell you.
Put your ear to the door.
Listen closely.
Deeply.
Don’t take a breathe.
You could miss my
faintest of whispering-
subtle mysteries.

A. I. Myles   14 June, 2o19 @athenaeumdreams
Andrew Jun 13
I haven’t been able
to sleep so well lately.
Going to bed late,
I stir from dreams constantly.
During the day
I feel so awake,
and I’ve been writing consistently.
I have words in my brain,
like it’s tuned into
some frequency.

- A. I. Myles   12 June, 2019 @athenaeumthoughts
Ever felt like you’ve tuned into something bigger than yourself?
Andrew Jun 12
The thoughts of a writer
can be a terrific
and terrible chasm,
simultaneously.
They spring from one precipice
to another,
dangerously, no-
longingly
peering over the edge,
ready to bound
head-first
towards the next
afflatus.

A. I. Myles   11 June, 2019
@athenaeumthoughts
Watch out for writers. Their mind is a beautiful and dangerous place. Thanks for reading!
Andrew Jun 11
Some plants,
they bloom
in the summer.
Others—
in autumn or spring.
Oh!
But you my dear
have weathered
through so many
struggles.
You will blossom
through so many
others.

-A. I. Myles   1o June, 2019 @athenaeumthoughts
Remember friends, not all pains or struggles are external. Don’t give up your fight.
Andrew Jun 10
I was a moth,
drawn to you
like a candle-
until you blew out
the flame.

- A. I. Myles   o9 June, 2019
@athenaeumthoughts
We all have that person who we are drawn to at some point, whether it be a friendship or relationship, that just ends in a way that blindsides us.

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