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San Francisco Skyline
Tumble weed blown west,Like a beeswing in the wind.Thinking of the loss of my other lives with each mile,All the what ifs and maybes I left behind me.Mourning my youth with every passing day.This new frightening budding malaise that besieges me.Closing chapters, burning bridges,Dropping the curtain, for better or worse.Watching sunsets turn to black.Now, staring Continue reading
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Adrift
My tired heart bobbing on the waves At night in the dark between sheets Tangled up like roots Finding spots and scars Naming them as we go Stories fill the silences and close the distances between us And now we’re drifting out over deep water Hurt by the ways she’s different Haunted in the ways Continue reading
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Prime of Her Life
Blossom in the prime of her life Stands out in the meadow Every colour thats ever been For a fleeting moment in the scheme of everything Could I clip you and put you in a vase Trap you crushed in a book I’d keep by my bed Hold your stem in my teeth while I Continue reading
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Milkweed
A safe home for the Monarch caterpillars Before they grow their orange and black wings And fly thousands of miles away Continue reading
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Rock Bottom
Like Atlas With the weight of the world Floating above me Buried beneath me Continue reading
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Guardian Demon
My heart lives in your pocket And I’m a baby bird in the palm of your hand. I’ve never been a religious man, Yet I worship you unconditionally Believe in your heaven faithfully And Like a god you could crush me With just a look in your eyes Or lack thereof My guardian demon Your Continue reading
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Shark Eyes
Pearls turned into shark eyes Then stared at nothing at all To the edges of this world Continue reading
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Different Handwriting
We go for walks when it rains and run when it storms. We still stay up all night by accident, and watch the sunrise together. Continue reading
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Flotsam
Am I just this fleeting speck of flotsam? Continue reading
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Missed Connection
You are the real hopeless romantics, With emphasis on the hopelessness, Continue reading
Hole In The Hedgerow 