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trying to keep the snow in the air with my breath but it melts with being and life * there is a sentence that when penned makes all alright except for the fact that many in the world cannot read * life give me poetry for poetry gives me life * the best way to … Continue reading
i trust the universe even though it lied to me that i could go back to the beginning and find myself there * father a drinker mother a pourer me a not-me as i am always farther than my mouther self can be from home * racial privilege is when white out means rewriting and … Continue reading
god grant me the belief to not need belief in a god * he wanted to prove that he was sorry so he dangled there like an exclamation which left most with a question mark and silent remark of how all could be improved * there is no redemption only redefinition on there is * … Continue reading
on ward going no where with the bars singing like tuning forks though i am not hungry and tone deaf listening to the steady step of feet outside always outside even in these walls there is an outside where we need not sling sunshine and good nights but can sit for days unmoving out of … Continue reading
if you have reached the end hanging know that there is no answers in life and worse that death is no answer to reach like a baby to the sky * after all i have had i have only learned that life is senseless because it is incensed with death that often makes a lot … Continue reading
to become the butterfly the caterpillar must hide and crack have its insides spill out and become totally liquid unstable and unmanageable for one who doesn’t know growth the dance looks like destruction and the butterfly must appear as an angel of death rising from its coffin * the loudest sound comes just before … Continue reading
the following isn’t what is could be * he died like a hot dog with the condiments of death sprinkled when the ketchup dried like relish of a haircut and a stank of something resembling mustard gas and stuffed with meat that was too jumbled to differentiate but that did look delicious at least on … Continue reading
first time holding a baby it cries and i feel like crying too but i do not for i am no baby and soon it stops and grows out of the habit like i did * they say there’s star dust in us spread from an explosion over time and space which makes sense for … Continue reading
i wanted to leave something profound behind that made sense of all this mess before i killed myself but i didn’t have anything which is why i killed myself * a suicide is a period of life * hanging there like an inverted exclamation i wondered whether he yelled or was silent like before to … Continue reading
they say poetry is dead and this is true for there is too much death in poetry and even more in them * catch it catch it the boy threw my way a spider who was put into a jar watched as it built a web with whispers of catch it catch it even though … Continue reading
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