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I wonder whether we'd see ourselves on a dainty handheld hologram stuck between bookends with titles of worn-out type one sentimental winter afternoon many moons from now... Perhaps then we'd have outgrown counting months: we might as well count the years like they do the stars on a tranquil night, naming the myths and figures they've burned into our insight; we'll dream of constellations— islands of starlight that stood out in an already pleasant sea of living life with you.
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Dec 21, 2023
Dec 21, 2023 at 11:08 AM UTC
many moons from now...
like night misses day It’s the feeling you get when your eyes can't wait to see the blessed sun so they refuse to shut lest they miss the wake of dawn... But I know I should rather sleep to pull myself faster to the break of day than to stay up conversing with Cupid about how she's been and what's gone her way... I suppose my demons have their ways of inciting the urge by pestering my mind with phantasms of her... Why does the night have to drag itself so sluggishly? I still miss her like night misses day. If only the moon would give me the courtesy of winding the sun every evening so that it might never leave me be; might she shine on my face forevermore?
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Oct 9, 2023
Oct 9, 2023 at 9:06 PM UTC
I still miss her
I know what makes your burn It's the dim of a moonlit night and the saunter of lips up hills and valleys-- It's the crackle of cigarettes atop our pleasantries and the spill of sweet talk made unchained by our mouths To be covered in love until the following dawn dripping drops of lovey-dovey morning dew... To be terribly in love until the following dawn drinking shots like doting lovebirds do...
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Oct 9, 2023
Oct 9, 2023 at 6:20 AM UTC
High Octane OXT
If I showed you a still from a Wes Anderson film I'm sure you'd probably have a lot to say-- a multitude of ideas waiting to pour forth from your mouth and brimming off the top of your head... I'd gladly spend as many hours as I'd need waiting for you to empty your excitement as you talk away about the things you love in that adorable manner of wanting to say so much Believe me when I tell you your impassioned expressions are more entertaining in their own cute way than any feature film I can recall Serve me a dish of things I never knew and stuff I could say I only learned today
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Sep 28, 2023
Sep 28, 2023 at 12:58 PM UTC
a lot to say
the ill-tempered autumn wind does little to sway an evergreen whose timber column rings thus of doggedness unseen. there may have been moments when leaves would wither here and there, but its blanket of foliage has fought to keep its verdant hue-- whether caught in snow or shaken by pelting rain, whether trampled undue by the trudging of time or battered somehow by a certain bane... the fact is, he's been here for so long: he's taken after the colors of her writing pens like mixed laundry bleeding its red unto a wash of white linens-- alas, sometimes I find myself lying beneath the boardwalk drowning in her songs and sifting through a gallery of her smiles. this has been the most meaningful three quarters of any year i have had the privilege of co-authoring with someone so dear.
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Sep 20, 2023
Sep 20, 2023 at 12:15 PM UTC
nine months in
i see drops of water tracing the lines of your hair-- it's like you're crying but you're happy and i swear even a painter couldn't muster the awe to bear the sight of you under showering rain i see nightlights peeking behind your silhouette and the tones of your flustered blush try not to separate themselves from the warm comely palette of the shot of our figures in loving embrace i see a blanket folded into your solemn sleeping shape with curves smiling back; in a way, i wouldn't escape had you had me landlocked within your pretty landscapes... hug me tight so that i might see just how pretty you can be under the soft glow of a burning moment
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Sep 6, 2023
Sep 6, 2023 at 10:40 AM UTC
i see
she's a park bench witness to my marked French kisses and her pulchritude pulls me to say not even Clark Kent's mistress can push me out of her flames
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Jun 26, 2023
Jun 26, 2023 at 8:16 PM UTC
park bench witness
I don't think you know I used to listen to Chet Baker. He's likely sung me to sleep once or twice by now, but I lost him to time and blues, hidden upon layered snowfall flung from new ears and new sounds. So it came as a surprise I'd see him again elsewhere somehow late one night before bed. It baffles me you listen to such songs when most people would rather hear a track from Red. Our tastes may not align a hundred percent of the time but at least your palate is something I admire despite its wayward crimes and objections with mine, for all its, let's call it, bona fide desire. However, in the many instances they shake hands-- when they share stances and break lines in the sand-- those moments make me proud I met you. Not many people can juggle in tandem. After all, it takes two to know tango is best when both are aware of exactly how either would break the rules of the dance to bend the movements to their own fancy.
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Jun 18, 2023
Jun 18, 2023 at 1:36 AM UTC
Chet Baker
i'm still in love; despite the occasional madness, i am in love. even if time opens a cavern beneath our feet and spreads us thin, i know it'd be best i try to jump to your side and stagger to cheat death... but if fate wills i fall off the edge, ill face the ground with a sincerity of heart; not that id resign seeing u again, but ill wait... maybe one day ill find a rope i could climb to see you one more time.
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Jun 5, 2023
Jun 5, 2023 at 2:40 PM UTC
late stage
why do i still feel that hanging sadness from when night falls on our shoulders to coax a "bid farewell"? a lingering steal-of-thought that cross-stitches itself in daydream if i could stretch sunsets i'd bleed them dry 'til we got tired of purple clouds and orange skies... id sit through them with you if only to hold your hand a little longer before home called back a final time
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Jun 3, 2023
Jun 3, 2023 at 2:37 PM UTC
going home
Is substance abuse that grim: the instant I use you lights dim like they want my muse to trim her figure in darkness-- Blow the candles out with a kiss: show a dancehall how to fill a floor with slow hands-and-all antics while my mind sinks in you-- Take me deep within nirvana: make me sleep in a hug sauna maybe I'd keep in mind on a frigid Friday night-- So bare with me if I overdose: Be there lines that blow over my nose, I care not if they slide me into comatose... The high that is you, an ingenue but of substance, a drug to pursue... **** me with an overdose.
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May 16, 2023
May 16, 2023 at 9:38 AM UTC
Substance Abuse
do you know how much my eyes crave a mouthful of that simple smile? if only video could spell emotions the way your lips do i wouldnt miss the sight of that grin but with the way you shoot me with flashes of laughter im left hungered for a slice of that crescent smile... and frankly, its a sight that merits a kiss every now and then
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Apr 16, 2023
Apr 16, 2023 at 1:33 PM UTC
your smile
i hate being uncertain about certain things especially so when it's 'em hurtin things but as a writing frenchman once penned "Of course I'll hurt you Of course you'll hurt me Of course we will hurt each other But this is the very condition of existence To become spring means accepting the risk of winter..." and with all winters warm rosy summers lie ahead.
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Dec 8, 2022
Dec 8, 2022 at 8:57 AM UTC
To Be Uncertain
i swear we're rarely at ease with the way we push doors to new experiences kissing on public property isn't illegal but the nerve of the act thrills me just as much parking lots are often not the site for love birds deprived of merry lip locking but we paint them red better than an arsonist with a burning passion can shade his buildings black i wish i could watch that night play itself once more on a lofty screen just for us while we do it perhaps again-- the way i took your form and made it rest against a certain sedan... the way i kissed you then while my body leaned on yours... the way we held that kiss despite the bustling of the city night... the way you looked at me when we paused for a moment's sake... i could tell you were so ******* high (and im sure you could tell i was too)
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Jan 13, 2023
Jan 13, 2023 at 12:48 PM UTC
I SWEAR
is it just me or is the thought of shared death a truly romantic affair? and i don't mean to die together of old age... to fall in each other's arms following an overdose of ***** while we slip six feet under listening to the smiths-- "and if a double-decker bus crashes into us to die by your side is such a heavenly way to die" i wanna die together with our lips locked in an embrace while we swing back and forth across an empty ballroom floor "and if a ten ton truck kills the both of us to die by your side is such a heavenly way to die" is it just me or am i ****** up? (at least then you'd be the last thing i see)
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Dec 18, 2022
Dec 18, 2022 at 10:22 AM UTC
die together
you'd lie on my lap with nothing much to say and there i'd bend to meet your wandering gaze... the rain, however light, would feign tears on your face tears i'd pretend betrayed a sense of elation-- had they been yours i would've cried just the same. surely, i say, that day's a purple aster in my garden patch of greys, a haughty little lamppost along an awry little highway... that day was (and i'd say it again, without thinking about lifting the spout tipping my pen) a lovely day, a ten outta ten
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Dec 15, 2022
Dec 15, 2022 at 7:46 AM UTC
lovely day
we wouldve waltzed then and there... the sky and its thousand eyes would bear witness to that spectacle of a moment: a trade of footsteps and a synchrony of motion-- we'd wonder why despite being lost in each other's eyes we could render such a dynamic embrace and paint the night a rosy red hue... i say that perhaps then the goddess of love has taken the wheel.
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Dec 9, 2022
Dec 9, 2022 at 11:03 PM UTC
if we could only dance
some say i think of you too much but so long as overdose on thoughts of you is a ways away, ill keep taking these memories with a cup of jasmine tea-- id rather count my days with you than the sheep I see in bed.
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Nov 14, 2022
Nov 14, 2022 at 2:52 PM UTC
some say i think of you too much