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I have nothing left in me
I have nothing left in me But I walk the long way home to seize the day ignore the news to fly away from the chaos unfolding right before me, don’t wanna feel the burning tears of the marginalized groups seeking peace I have nothing left in me But my lips don’t quiver when I speak, the truth is facts no matter who, what, or how many times twisted it may be, so I stand confident in my skin knowing our history won’t tear me apart for doing the right thing I have nothing left in me But even on pins and needles my soul yearns for a plot twist,…
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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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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…
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Homesick, Evidently
For my books, please go to Books Eight years ago, I was working and living in Spain, and at some point got really emo about the whole being away from home thing. I wrote this (which I re-posted with some edits) and it’s an honest feeling and reflection of that time. —— All settled in for the night, home alone. My clumsy raw lesson plan, all done. Green salad and scrambled eggs, the simplest recipe yet before bed. I look around, nothing special on my block already gone out for a long walk. Don’t feel like going out alone again even though nights are so lively in Spain A picture…
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R and B – Things that Are but Shouldn’t Be
Sunday work in the morning breeze. Sushi made with cheese Autoimmune disease Monolinguals in these seven seas Prepubescents all over IG Your name on everything but my caller ID Good intentions going quietly People sitting down when the DJ drops the beat Our twisted version of democracy Disregard of right to privacy Girl on girl rivalry Presidents lacking intelligence and decency Substance abuse High prices on organic foods Belittlement of different views Men telling us when to reproduce Customer service reps with attitudes People dying of hunger Marriage when you’re younger Credit scores turning us into a number Reality shows that make humans dumber Gardens with no flowers Working by…
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How is a Story Born?
How is a story born? A story is born… When we do things we shouldn’t do. When you look at me the way you do. When he pays hush money for his sin. When the doctor calls about your skin. When you fall for me before her eyes. When despite the lies you have butterflies. When you quit your job and travel seas. When she’d die for you and you can’t see. When suddenly you have more mouths to feed. When friends get mad if you succeed. When your double life ends up on the front page. When everything you do seems to be an outrage. When they’re born rich…
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Your Own Rhythm
Sit down and write even when you have nothing to whine about, they say. But it’s hard. Especially, after some time apart from your vibe, that which makes your talent shine; that which tells you how bomb you are; that which motivates and inspires you to be the brightest star, someone’s best advice. It can be hard. Why do I always end up with rhymes? Ahh, that poetic life… A writer’s life is all about stories, visuals, someone else’s life. Picking stories from the doctor’s visit, the grocery store, the car wash, a baseball game, the bar… One has to get involved, be social, cross oceans, and actually live life,…
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One Minute to Midnight
Appreciated, discriminated Fascinated, aggravated Infatuated, humiliated Motivated, devastated; Words can’t express How much, the distress Feelings you can’t undress Become a bigger mess And I feel, and they feel The struggle, so real Don’t know how to deal Much less, how to heal A rock and a hard place; A slap on the face; A wild goose chase; An eternal rat race. No finish-line in sight Luck is a tough fight; One minute to midnight And all could be alright They’re not impressed? Keep doing your best Don’t sleep on it, but rest You will pass this test.
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Mortal Impossibilities
Surprise me. Take me to the moon so many promises have failed to climb. Show me the sunset at sunrise. Will you make come true that song’s lines, and for me the Kilimanjaro climb a thousand times? You vow never to make mistakes, but human we are and we break. If I’m the sole reason that you breathe, promise you won’t die if I leave? Told me I’m more precious than the Stonehenge stones; I can’t promise you forever, I’m flesh and bones. Loving can be short, Neruda said, and forgetting, so long. Only proceed if you know you’re strong. For us mortals the impossible seems easy; we become dreamy…
