Fidgety is not something I am, It is something I hold, I act as if this timber’s got a mould— as if I am so unconveniently tame, as if I get chopped down and told to behave, as if my page rages from the left of the right, as if the morning wakes up to… Continue reading Oh, Tweeze!
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da Capo.
Something interesting happened tonight; I forgave myself for all those missteps, mistakes, misshapen moments. I forgave myself for looking twice before crossing the road, then three times, then an even dozen. I forgave myself for over-watching my own human-bound figure with such over-powering precision of intensity that at times, I lacked ability to move. I… Continue reading da Capo.
Phantom, Pt. III
I woke up from the dream-boat, The one that held only me and you, But when I woke up, I did not wake up next to revelation, Nor did I wake up to you. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I was asleep in a bed, disguised as a casket. It was filled with my lame attempts to stay grounded–—… Continue reading Phantom, Pt. III
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FLOWERETTE
FLOWERETTE Artlessness, it remains at the beginning of the road, with aspirations of hope, making me reach further, my small arm could extend; The concoctions engraved in my young mind were potions resulting in different fates. Everything began to brighten, my needs dwindled to that of a picturesque thread, and conversating got filed away as… Continue reading FLOWERETTE
Golden Chaos
There's a girl, who walks in a field, surrounded by flowers She can only feel. Free from the sunset that falls on her back, She dances and sings every word on the track. The moon is her light of a loving composer, Filling the beat with sounds of the slumber drifting closer. Finding the shore… Continue reading Golden Chaos
WBCW
The buffalo within speaks of destiny in choice. Relation in recognition of knowing that seeds of path are sewn into an elaborate tapestry of people, places, things. A composition of one’s own blueprint, a knower of scenes, a writer at their own cedar-wood adorned desk. This is me. Announce and speak humbly. A master in… Continue reading WBCW
The Invite
Went to ask of Alice And hear the things she said. Whispering of cabbages And soddered cups to fill my head. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ In, amongst, amidst the kin, she offered to spill of grins, fellow monks that saturate the silence to begin. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ “Advancement,” she said, “can be discussed over tea.” ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Alas, I could not… Continue reading The Invite
Golden Chaos
There's a girl, who walks in a field, surrounded by flowers She can only feel. Free from the sunset that falls on her back, She dances and sings every word on the track. The moon is her light of a loving composer, Filling the beat with sounds of the slumber drifting closer. Finding the shore… Continue reading Golden Chaos
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