Poetry

So full of soul

You’re a lot of sun.

A lot of wind.

A lot of rain.

And a lot of storm.

 

They’re afraid.

Afraid of your being.

Terrified even.

Of how one person.

Can be so full of.

Soul.

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Emotional Psychosis

For our rogue minds have a mind of their own.

And everything is right in the moments when they are for us.

Like when we won’t let go because we want to be ‘happiness’ for others at all cost,

—without permission,

even if it means a bad relationship.

Because convenience is staple and maybe lives longer than a broken heart.

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Home will be beautiful

Someday we will leave

this pain behind,

and all the suffering

that has been etched

on our skin will fade away.

We will tear into new bodies

created out of our will to live.

Home will be beautiful

and I promise,

we will get there.

 

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Labor of love

There is no story of love without sacrifices

No joy where there’s never been pain

There’s no happiness where sorrow hasn’t thrived

There’s none. No victories without labor.

There’s not a sacrifice greater than loving without self

Or any pain larger than a soul without joy

There’s no sorrow more deathly than an unhappy heart

No labor as reckless as one in vain.

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War

I’m at war with myself

The kind whose loss or gain you feel in equal measure

 I’m at war with body and soul

And I cannot bear one apart from the other

These days sleep eludes me

I struggle to forget how much time has passed

since we last spoke

 Thoughts of many ethics

scurry through the insides of my mind

 I’m afraid,

people like you,

memories,

that’s all you’re good for

 I cannot love you anymore

Because when I peruse this thought of doing it all over

I realize

our silence has built a wall so tall

only my rage can go over.

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Black Saturday

It was a Saturday

One of those that looked like stress

I remember I couldn’t stand the pressure
of cooking your food
of dealing with your sugariness
of loving you

It wasn’t a good time
But has it ever been

Have I ever come out of my hiding
Have I ever shown my soul,
my music,

have I sung to you?

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Nightfall

Music,

memories,

the full of a moon’s tale

The night falls

with me

crashing into you.

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A force of your own

Every so often,

my desire to cap you

grows stronger

And I forget that

I cannot hold water

in my palm for long

without it bleeding

through my fingers.

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Before the stars

I have resigned to fate

or whatever it is that drifts us apart

Perhaps there is something else

greater than our conviction

that destinies are predesigned

—long written before the stars.

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Ghost Memories

We’ve reached
the ends of our love
Soon,
we must cross over
We both know
the other side
lies nothing,
but ghost memories
haunting silently.

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