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i am afraid i’ll never do it that i’ll slip into mediocrity where even among the mediocre i’ll be considered in whispers as only okay that i’ll grow up gasping little lives maybe producing one or two myself who will shadow upwards like me who remained unfortunately ungrown i am afraid i’ll never do … Continue reading
once all has gone wrong at least all that is left is to go on * i have a forget me knot around my neck though breath brings me back to the remembrance of now * the best thing to do for the future is to leave the present with nothing better * all is … Continue reading
i suppose there must be no god for all geniuses die and even his son could not escape his genius * i was someone just like wondering you thinking of summers of somebody of summing them into neat understanding forgetting that we do not remain we though we grow from rotting wearing worn us * … Continue reading
i am starting to think that i will never be at the top and that i’m only here to ensure that the bottom is filled for those above to look on as an end they do not wish to start in * i am the love that didn’t love i * she told … Continue reading
what if there was no what if but only there was * you should’ve seen me when i didn’t see me and focused on what i looked like to people like looking you * all are hurt only few heal only a few gaze from the garbage to the gases above that fall one lonely … Continue reading
the following is a hollowing. * your hands long to belong to me and shortly after i will kiss you for once not tasting myself * feel all fell fall and watch as the fires of autumn wilt in winter with her * the book reviewer wishes to write better than the book the critic … Continue reading
electricity green where the nature doesn’t grow finds me holding onto my bag fearing the rowing above from buildings bending against the dried stream that recounts the now dead tree stumps still reaching for the next leaf and the original current of yellow that may bask between my legs in a smell of longing to … Continue reading
yesterday was the day to plan the future but it was hurting beauty bleeding blue into a sky scabbed with clouds one that has seen too much red balanced on razor horizons where things always look brighter like tomorrow which may be just as suitable to catalogue a life into segments of sleep wake sleep … Continue reading
a poem every direction: wish you were here here wish you were were here wish you you were here wish a direction: every poem * i worry that history has narrowed its focus on me and will one day be called back by the vindication of my flesh a child caught up in … Continue reading
be aware there are men falling from maples red and drained for the arbor was no armor which is close to love in french even though they never spoke it with their tongues stuck in others’ mouths who never learned their language and sat at dinner peeling back like the wood of the chairs or … Continue reading
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