poem
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For the Wasted Years
The attic crawls with memoriesShadows of who we wereStill scratching forgotten fears in theSplintered woodOf our names Was it a rite of passage to embox portionsOf ourselves?Stacking unlived moments in cardboard isolation,Just to brush away the thick dust of dreaming ghostsAnd cough through nostalgia and regretYears later? I’m still writing the same poemsOf teenage discovery Continue reading
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Quiet Remorse
Painted red ribbons Unravel from the clumsy ties That had once made, Cohesive and tangible, Insomniac visions and ideations Spun from moon’s silk Threaded with starlight; Expectations borne Of its clarity Stitched within the ratted wool Of a rag doll heart That could no longer contain The swollen weight Of hopes embittered and frayed That Continue reading
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Summer Heat
The smell of sweatGrows with the summer heatReplacing the fragranceOf springWith smoldering embersAnd feverish plumesCoiling prickly threadsWoven into the phantom calicoStretching its weightBetween skin & freshly pressed garmentsBecoming damp and heavyYet still never quite burning awayThough the furnace blazes–Water bottles appearAgain and againDrained by chapped lipsYet this thirstHas made divots and trenchesNot so easily filledUnless Continue reading
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Introspection
With curtains drawn, Long after The last light of dusk Has faded With the quiet undress Of deep amber silks, She stands within A fluorescent pool of light Stripping back The folds of her skin So they hang from the bones Like open clothes Exposing Every intimate detail Where she counts New bruises While tracing Continue reading
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Goodbye Sakura
The cherry blossoms Have come and gone; Houdini-quick, In their ephemeral pantomime Of life’s primordial beauty And bittersweet endings Continue reading
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12:40 AM
Restless thoughts Scamper through weeded hedges In blind pursuit Of an antidote That could soothe Insomnia’s chaotic ricochet And its palpable pressure Like nails digging new wounds Into the places That never quite heal So each breath Feels more raw than the last Cut upon the desperation To find peace And sink within the depths Continue reading
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Staying Awake
A yawn stretches itselfFrom the inside outWithholding tensionThat sits crookedWithin the bones;It’s the most peculiar sensation—Wanting to exhaleThe weight of lethargyAnd its residual tanglesYet it remains stuckAs if in a vacuumRoaming with a palpable shiftBehind eyesAlready burning from the needTo drift closedIn a forbidden sleepThat only growsWith the momentumOf an ebbing and flowing stillness–Monotonous sighs Continue reading
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Amnesia
An existenceAttached to pinprick perforations;Blunted imprints and scabbed divotsSealing off memories –Dark figures roaming stone-walled chambersShrouded in the forgotten colorsOf adolescenceMasking itselfIn nonchalant shades of greyBecause it’s better this way…Distanced from the blemishesHid beneath long sleevesAnd pretty fabricsWithout being fetteredTo the ‘why’ they’re thereTo touch themWith aloof interestWithout scratching beneath the skinOf buried traumaIn unintended Continue reading
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One Night Stand
As love escapes The twilit tangles Sweet dreams unfurl To shatter on dawn’s Gilded edge He turns to find himself Alone— Tangled sheets Sillage of liquor And sated lust Stirring hazed recollections Again With only stale tastes Of passion Stuck to the roof of his mouth And a distant ebb and flow Of heated promises Continue reading
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