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From A to BRelease from prison like a phoenix risen,
Focusing on what is and not what isn't,
Plant a new flag and grow a new nation,
An arsonists dream, crippled foundation,
The moon ignites what remains of my brain,
Still lost in the cosmos, fly on paper planes,
Son and a brother, three names and a friend,
Just like a rough gem, I am not less than,
I hold inside my heart the very essence of
every hard earned lesson, it’s a blessing,
Letter after letter, used to predict riots,
Lost my pad and pen, time to stay quiet,
Sun burnt faces, time inspired embraces,
All soul, these words remain faceless.
Can you taste the ghosts?I want to know your plans,
Feel your heart, your hands.
Can you see the birds?
Soft wings flap unheard.
We just spin around the sun,
Light feet that weigh a ton.
Can you taste the ghosts?
Secret lives, sacred oaths.
Making castles in the sand,
Smooth, no concrete plans.
And can you feel the sky?
The blue will help us fly.
The PrairiesOur golden star blazes through the heavens,
Wearing scattering rays like the crown of a king.
The wind inhales the contents of the vast sky,
Then exhales as the clouds fashion their latest design.
The seemingly never ending rows of burnt wheat invite
a type of silence, but there is none to be found here.
The gliding moths and flies buzz like loose electricity,
Stalking coyotes cry and yelp through moon lit darkness.
The water of the meadow lakes run through my veins,
My heart will always beat through wild grass jungles.
Those EyesI love the mischief in those eyes,
a puzzle I will never understand.
Each playful laugh gets me going,
something like love keeps flowing.
That sly smile is just so tempting,
your warm skin keeps me sane.
You and me, the perfect crime,
our paradise just so sublime.
I get lost in your somber whispers,
your sad stories have me hooked.
Our souls became tangled into one,
I never thought this day would come.
DreamsThe silver moon wakes
from its shadowy cradle.
Sleep kidnaps my brain
and casts a strange spell.
Atoms swirl and spin as
they set my mind ablaze.
Colours bleed into shapes,
a secret story is written.
Ocean SkiesI watch ocean skies
drown each sailing bird.
Swimming clouds kiss
the stretched blueness.
The wind flies lost;
her soft breath flows
as live shadows sway
to the beat of the earth.
The patterns of energy
lavishly flood my eyes.
flawed in her beauty.
TigerYour little paws can
climb carpet mountains.
You stalk invisible mice,
then jump on my face.
You are not a tiger, kitty,
but you sure play the part.
Unable to loveMy love was pure
I only wanted
But my heart
Because my love
Like a piece of garbage
And now I'm unable
Because the shreds
Of my shattered soul
now i see the stars.there was a time when i
couldn't catch my breath whenever i
thought about you , (crippled lungs and-
boy, you hit me like an asteroid,
there's a crater on my chest now that I can't ever seem to fill,
oceans of my tears cried on
nights when you couldn't be there to sing me to sleep.
thirty two poemless days after you joined the constellations,
i walked out into the yard and howled to the empty sky,
for a moment i was Gaea, rivers running down my cheeks,
weighted to the ground and
buried in myself, but
where there is no light there are no shadows, and
sometimes, i wonder if i miss me.
yes, yes i do.
i may not see the moon, but
MathematicsI am but the sum of my
F L A W S;
a network of
S C A R S
a disaster of
D R E A M S
a shield of
B O N E S
C A L C U L A T I O N
a void of
to the girl i lose my words aroundi have been meaning to tell you for years:
i think you’re beautiful. i have
seen nothing on earth that holds a candle
to the ocean you carry inside your body.
it spills over your edges sometimes, like
a rain shower around you, blurring your penciled-in
lines until there is nothing left of you but your natural
cliffs, valleys, and deserts.
i like that.
i have never met someone who is, somehow,
a sea and a storm at the same time.
maybe i never will again.
maybe you are the only one
who gathers clouds on her forehead
like a promise, or feels the push and pull of the tide
with her every step.
you are beautiful, honestly.
you are honest, beautifully.
it is in the way you talk, the way you hold ice
on your tongue but forget to use it—
you always forget to use it, i don’t think
you know how.
to be truthful, i’m afraid of your smile
and how it breaks over me, how it pulls
me like a whirlpool down, how it pushes me
like a current back to the surface. i’m afraid of
Abuse Is Sometimes NecessaryPush and pull at her long hair, topple her to the solid ground,
elbow her sharply in the raw gut, shove her harshly around.
Scratch him in the pale face, punch him in the broken jaw,
do anything necessary to him that's considered breaking the law.
And when she cries because you've punched her, let her be,
and observe her when she returns to her habitual smoking.
When she passes out next day, because she's drunken too much booze,
slap her in the face once more, though many would consider it abuse.
When he can hardly walk because he thinks he's high in the clouds,
rip the needle out of his arm, and with your nails, slash him across the sweaty brow.
Grab them and shake them till their battered and bruised,
tear at their heart, scream in their ears until you've reached the point of verbal abuse.
And when she falls into your chest, and he collapses to the ground,
pull them closely, and whisper, “We can turn this all around.”
And rehab is a necessity for all of you, because you'v
i am made of nights like theseativan boy, you cannot empty out this skull -
not with a pen nor with a bullet. you can
be my hallowed head(case) for spitting out
words like teeth; oh, but i will only love you
when you're weary. i will keep crows caged
between your lungs like veins, like palpitations.
i will rot you through bones & car radios,
but i will never get (you) out of your skin.
ScienceI am more than my
F L A W S;
a masterpiece of
S C A R S
a delicacy of
D R E A M S
a sculpture of
B O N E S
R E A C T I O N
a well of
Good (Great, Greater, Greatest, You)Good (Great, Greater, Greatest, You)
I hope the title caught your eye,
because this is about you.
Many of us speak in superlatives
and ambiguous language.
In imagery-laden text masquerading
underneath double entendres
keeping us from a part of the truth.
But purple streaks and red bands,
harp strings and soft hands
don't begin to explain
the love I have for you.
So I lay these words down
simple in its vulnerability,
blemished and raw in its purity.
The term lissome fits you in many ways,
but not necessarily it its textbook form.
I speak on the part that is not readily seen
but what is easily most cogent.
Your consciousness' cognizance
is graceful in the way
you fold one syllable over
another, supple in its meaning
that can take many forms
going from idle lies
to how we idolize hollow eyes
and uncovered hip bones.
Elegance is an understatement,
but I refuse to speak in cliche superlatives.
I speak honestly
but not with exaggerated grandeur.
Because your immediate app
dealer.ive committed the perfect crime but this perfect is inherently defected,
the cost to me is nothing absolute but coinscience shattering to most,
im a living exception only because ive been on the other side of the scandal,
poison to the masses,producing riches almost too effortlessly,
unfairly tipping the scales and altering the balance to create a edge,a dominance,
it is still a trade with seemingly set expenses but thats a myth created from pure denial,
dealer,trafficker quickly becomes owner,master.
what is yours is mine and no,this is not vice versa.
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