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Danger in a Stranger
I can’t seem to move past the praise, Past the chase, past the pretty lies I was too blind to decode in your embrace How you want me, but you don’t? How there’s no one like me but they all are when you need some? I can’t seem to find solace in water alone Or in mantra lines or in all the fish in the sea Or in the bullshit that’s supposed to heal me when I’m torn When the tequila is weaker than your moans and your cologne and though I’m grown and I’m strong I still can’t find my way home I can’t seem to be able to…
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Bluer skies on winter nights
You know all that curiosity baggage that comes with the questions people make about why you don’t like something? And sometimes you don’t even quite remember how it all came to be, but their questioning brings the whole history to consciousness and, ahh, you remember. I say I’ve never liked the cold. They look at me as if I am out of my mind. Why wouldn’t anyone? Why wouldn’t I? I say I’ve never liked the cold as if it were the whole truth, when thinking back, I didn’t mind it as much for about fifteen years. Miniskirts in November. Lace tops under a trench coat in December. Gloveless hands…
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Not Weak Just Soft: a Poem
Not weak, just soft Not bitter, just hurt Not a pessimist, I learned Not lonely but armed with courage to step away from my own shadow if I may walk past its umbra and back to lighter shades Because one minute I’m swimming into hot springs and the next I’m flying in iced skies without wings Chasing warm fronts in snowstorms when I’m a nest, not a Holiday Inn, a Jolly Rancher, not a Junior Mint.
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Quest for Hardening a Soft Spot
Peeled eyes, clumsy hands stubborn heart, late at night can’t think right, so I write Confusion and fear over a million years that seem not enough for a cluttered mind to clear I sought comfort, a sign in cheesy inspo lines just because they rhymed but answers I can’t find Mind gamers like to play when you’re at your worst when your highs are low when vulnerability shows Ignoring the ache I stay convinced I’ll be okay ’cause I’m hopeless and it’s senseless and I’ve wondered why hasn’t this soft spot hardened? How many times do the mind games need to be pardoned?
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Different from What I’m Used to
But I could get used to your fingertips on mine reaching across the table like the cheesy movies do Wrap my hair around them shape every coil, every twirl pick up a bottle on the way and make dinner for two Dust off the red suspender light up the jasmine candle watch it flicker to the gentle beat of your chest, surrender Grapes and tea in the morning no sugar or honey needed ‘cause when I taste it off your lips it’ll be already sweetened A feeling long forgotten, what’s it like to renew? when my walls know I can’t do that with anyone but with you I would.
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Nobody Asks How You Are
Nobody asks how you are Because you checked in with your stories, you’re alive And your skin is glowing you must be fine and that last post of yours dope, fire, kiss, and hearts You smile a lot to be insane You’re in good shape Your limbs are moving Can’t be your strength Forget the validity of your struggles others have got it worse but thank your god you managed a week full week, now rejoice Work meetings Leisure travels People judging Razzle-dazzle But nobody asks you how you are when you barely managed a phone call before you choked When sleeping is a mystery to be solved When you…
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For the Years We Couldn’t Cope
In the short week ahead we’ll see what’s left of a year when we tried to make the best In the eye of adversity we showed resilience through vulnerability We came together, family and friends Divided by politics, but closer in the end. A journey through seas that have closed the gates to all herds in the midst of an outbreak seemingly hard to treat, globally absurd. Never discriminating against the odds good or bad, the xenophiles or xenophobes, pandemics know no boundaries, no border is hard to cross. But with a new year comes renewed hope for all the ones we couldn’t cope And if 2022 is another test…
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Life is an Adventure
This is part of an old poem I wrote about our journey in life: Far Away, and I thought I’d try something new with it, which is the video below (in honor of modern times). So if you want to go far away where nobody knows your name, DO IT. Don’t be afraid. 🙂
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Some People: A Poem
Some people love so hard the first time they don’t know how to do it twice. Some people are hard on themselves but soft on whom don’t treat them right. Some people laugh when they mean to cry. Some people go to church to seem nice when they’re rotten inside. Some people can’t let go of some people who broke their heart. Some people can move on the next day and be all right. Some people stay a little longer even if it rips them apart. Some people come and go like the seasons. Some people hate goodbyes of wrong reasons. Some people let age dictate what they should feel.…
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3AM Thoughts: Monsters in Your Head
It’s the 3AM thoughts that leave a lump in your throat, eyes that won’t shut, habits can’t adjust a brain that ignores you’re already f**ked Because life keeps giving you more than you can any longer handle, like scrambled foreign words you can’t even begin to unscramble The recurring mind-wandering put your will power to the test, knowing you’re strong within but could easily give in. When the cycle can’t be closed by opening a bottle or two your vulnerability convinces you you’re swimming against the current and back to trouble you should go back to. But in the bottom of a drink You can’t find clarity to think that…
