When I told you we could talk forever you asked, in my head that is, to what end? The basics led to a place only you and I discovered, unable to ever trace back the road. Your name is nice. What does it mean? What if the idea of names never existed and we only had to look at each other to start conversing? Wait, don’t I know you? You! You!! How am I here again? How long have we been talking? No, this is …. Real?
How did you end up breaking the barrier? How did I tell you who I was and what I’m doing here so easily? How do I even know this? Have I always known? Would you have told me before? But how would you? I had made it easily difficult to listen; through no words. And yet, here I am questioning if it had ever been fate that shoved and pulled, broke and built and brought me here to you, to know my self.
How did you end up breaking the barrier? How did I tell you who I was and what I’m doing here so easily? How do I even know this? Have I always known? Would you have told me before? But how would you? I had made it easily difficult to listen; through no words. And yet, here I am questioning if it had ever been fate that shoved and pulled, broke and built and brought me here to you, to know my self.
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We have the power to destroy lives.
We hold the power to change the course of history and time, push it into an abyss you and I can not phatom.
We hide our monsters chasing after angels, and seek comfort in their wings.
If love was a flower; we plunge it face first into the dirt of our own essence, spit on its roots and blame it for growing downwards.
If peace was a hot chick; we whistle the songs of our genitals, eyeball her until she feels ashamed to ever walk in our paths again and blame her because it's how she looks.
If trust was the ground; we fill balloons with the breaths of our deceit, tie them up with enough reasons to handcuff someone with no arms, tighten them around our waist until we float into a known nothingness because it's easier than accepting gravity.
We hold the power to change the course of history and time, push it into an abyss you and I can not phatom.
We hide our monsters chasing after angels, and seek comfort in their wings.
If love was a flower; we plunge it face first into the dirt of our own essence, spit on its roots and blame it for growing downwards.
If peace was a hot chick; we whistle the songs of our genitals, eyeball her until she feels ashamed to ever walk in our paths again and blame her because it's how she looks.
If trust was the ground; we fill balloons with the breaths of our deceit, tie them up with enough reasons to handcuff someone with no arms, tighten them around our waist until we float into a known nothingness because it's easier than accepting gravity.
Sometimes you just tell yourself things you want to hear to cope with things...
Not because you're running away, Not because you don't know the absolute truth of a confusing sadness or the saddest confusion, but you let yourself slip.
You tie your rope and leave for good knowing someday you'll run out of rope and you'd either stand still into desperation or cut loose in a land you should have never been in the first place.
Then you wake up and accept the present for what it is.
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Not because you're running away, Not because you don't know the absolute truth of a confusing sadness or the saddest confusion, but you let yourself slip.
You tie your rope and leave for good knowing someday you'll run out of rope and you'd either stand still into desperation or cut loose in a land you should have never been in the first place.
Then you wake up and accept the present for what it is.
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you never listened when you had to,
you got to see only when time took you
saw my mouth move, took me for a fool
is the curse mine or is the curse you?
- till what I said hits you a year later
(among other things like this being far from pride)
you got to see only when time took you
saw my mouth move, took me for a fool
is the curse mine or is the curse you?
- till what I said hits you a year later
(among other things like this being far from pride)
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you think I'm not aware?
when I kept my lucifer at bay
you think I can't see you?
but never asked why I stay...
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I play word play?
you play with souls. 😐
when I kept my lucifer at bay
you think I can't see you?
but never asked why I stay...
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I play word play?
you play with souls. 😐
our quiet love sends me beyond universes, in to a world where I can break down at ease, at peace. A place where calm moonlight walks were beaten by depressing street lights glimmering the truths of sweaty hands and awkward feelings as we walked off our final days. Still wanna know why I never said goodbye?
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I heard the devil was jealous of the individual who once told us we should hold hands and ought to know we were in love.
Sounds like a twitter screenshot right? I told you anyone can write.
Sounds like a twitter screenshot right? I told you anyone can write.
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and yet here I am, pondering over the selection of words so what needs to be said is said in the way that it needs to be; and nothing more or nothing less.
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now watch them screenshot my soul.
Luckily I don't believe in such things, which dissipates the problem from existence and replaces it with empty trust issues.
Is that worse? I think so too.
Luckily I don't believe in such things, which dissipates the problem from existence and replaces it with empty trust issues.
Is that worse? I think so too.
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Check out my first article for Linkup Addis's What's up section. Let me know what you think.😊💙
Find it here.
Find it here.
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Three stalls in the bathroom; I could hear one of them was watching tiktok, the other a religious music and I was in the third listening to both and God was watching me and said "Look at him trying".
Same mistake, different reason
I wish I knew who you are..I would promise you it would be the last time I would tell you how much I need you, If I say I don't like swimming I find you floating on a log in the middle of the sea. If I show you how much I hate the cold, I find, to my surprise, you of all people breaking my spirit. And you blame me for thinking maybe you like to see me suffer, because if you wanted to see my bravery and fight my way through my own self, you wouldn't have made yourself the prize. That is how I know you wanted a prisoner and not a lover.
You think it’s easy for someone in the midst of a poisonous love to move mountains when my real battle was to think it was not toxic. How could I possibly take you out when I put you there in belief?
He puts his foot on the break, slows down moments away from the ramp he’d built to escape the cloudy desert, knowing speed was not the only thing he needed and learned that the hard way. Seeing the rail leading to it right in front of the wheel that he had grabbed firmly, assured himself that the car had stopped moving. After resting his head right above the horn till the texture of the wheel was imprinted on his forehead, looks down at his feet, slowly calming their way back to him, breaths out and hopelessly puts his hand on the stick, puts it in reverse and slowly goes back to try again.
2020
I wish I knew who you are..I would promise you it would be the last time I would tell you how much I need you, If I say I don't like swimming I find you floating on a log in the middle of the sea. If I show you how much I hate the cold, I find, to my surprise, you of all people breaking my spirit. And you blame me for thinking maybe you like to see me suffer, because if you wanted to see my bravery and fight my way through my own self, you wouldn't have made yourself the prize. That is how I know you wanted a prisoner and not a lover.
You think it’s easy for someone in the midst of a poisonous love to move mountains when my real battle was to think it was not toxic. How could I possibly take you out when I put you there in belief?
He puts his foot on the break, slows down moments away from the ramp he’d built to escape the cloudy desert, knowing speed was not the only thing he needed and learned that the hard way. Seeing the rail leading to it right in front of the wheel that he had grabbed firmly, assured himself that the car had stopped moving. After resting his head right above the horn till the texture of the wheel was imprinted on his forehead, looks down at his feet, slowly calming their way back to him, breaths out and hopelessly puts his hand on the stick, puts it in reverse and slowly goes back to try again.
2020
Like all fixations have their remedy, I stand still for a bouquet of Statice. White sea lavender tied with parables that whisper the past and the future in the hands of the beholder, here and now.
And like all things favorite, reasons are thrown to justify for a light grip of Limonium that shuts me up and speaks on my behalf. Yes, of course you can throw in some purple to balance out the happiness in my tears that you’ve missed to perceive. But I couldn’t care any less.
My happiness lies within.
dry and warm, misty fresh.
2022
And like all things favorite, reasons are thrown to justify for a light grip of Limonium that shuts me up and speaks on my behalf. Yes, of course you can throw in some purple to balance out the happiness in my tears that you’ve missed to perceive. But I couldn’t care any less.
My happiness lies within.
dry and warm, misty fresh.
2022
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I see God in the highest forms of everything and everyone. Sometimes in people that don't deserve it. That is the irony of good.
-blurted out during a midnight conversation
-blurted out during a midnight conversation
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This is not poetry, merely an impulsive and a very human declaration of gratitude.
I know I don't say it often, or at all upfront but..
I know I don't say it often, or at all upfront but..
One for the ones who claim to know me. 🍷
you give the ones who actually do quite the laugh.
you give the ones who actually do quite the laugh.