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an encounter with a mortal angel
the past presents itself
in the future. clear as the sight
from the edge of land to near infinity.
salty-peppered ashes are laid gingerly
with the longing bitter-sweet taste
of this drifters forgotten someday. -
Exulansis
I don’t remember
Falling, but I still have
The scars from when I
Touched the hollow earth,
And I screamed Bloody Mary
For God to save me.
How did you build me?
Did you ransack essence from unholy angels, -
memento mori
i wish to be a poet
and run away with my love,
so it can be preserved like
our innocence before the
corruption seized it like dogs.
i wish to be a poet,
so biding time seems less like -
waxy ashes
You were the last flickering candle in
A world full of wind.
The ego grew while your pliant body melted
With your chared wick.
Merely a fragment of the sun, small yet destructive. -
if i died tonight
(part 2 of if i were to die tonight)
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if you were to die tonight
i would ask you
how the wind felt
when it caressed your face.
did you fall in love with it?
the same way i did
when your rosy lips
softly brushed my own,
or when you whispered
Loves
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an apple shared at the end of the world
we watched the world end from the top of skyscrapers
as the stars set the sea aflame
as highways gave way to yawning mouths
as kudzu devoured what was left of our neighborhoods
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17 years
17 years,
of growing and learning.
These are the days,
I remember how much I am me,
each year passes,
I find more pieces of me,
I pick them up off the ground,
build myself up,
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τό καλόν, τό ἀληθές, τό ἀγαθόν (Transedentals)
The woman wears her skin
like a bathrobe.
She stands in the middle
of a golden field,
weeping fresh water.