Misc. Poems
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the first time you spoke my name – years after,
i wondered if my name tasted bitter to you... -
april, with bloodied fists, heaving breath finds
respite where your clavicle meets your sternum... -
They always asked
who you are... -
From a murky window, I watch you disappear
Through dusty picture albums, your face is not so... -
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and there you were, delicately cupped between... -
You are so quiet
but your silence is quite loud... -
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Drums beating within
fingers typing... -
Humanity is
the experiences of... -
When the nights are black
And the shadows beckon... -
To survive the night
the little bloom is to pick... -
Life is a guitarist
who has never owned a guitar... -
If sun comes for me
with arms wide open...
