untitled (affair)
our love was a flower, withered before it bloomed a garden, a graveyard feelings born buried in a tomb a fruit, not yet ripe, already rotten a seed planted in its grave never… Continue reading
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retiring from the pursuit of happiness
the city turns to gold when the sun goes down and the moon looks closer another monument in the sky i find peace in feeling small and less alone next to heroes made… Continue reading
something wonderful
there were days weeks, years like tornadoes apartment like an iSpy book where is what what am I looking for in the world or on this counter, floor cluttered rooms, scattered mind in… Continue reading
a better place
Written with DeMaur (Maurice Roper) what if I had it all, would you love me? what if I said it all? would it mean anything? on this journey trying to find my way… Continue reading
a city of Ben’s
our first date we talk and talk and talk have a drink it’s a miracle to feel understood like this and to be thirsty with curiosity I sip your story and a glass… Continue reading
blossom identities
in this spring, i want to bloom too like the cherry blossoms different identities, i try them on and i pull their petals off i love me and then again, i love me… Continue reading
souvenirs of a past life
my skeletons aren’t in a closet but in a suitcase carried with me everywhere i go and i never feel alone i have the company of my mistakes home is where the hope… Continue reading
thoughts on a plane
the moon is barely in the sky tonight and i can’t tell if it’s waxing or waning and much like that, i also feel barely here and can not tell, if i too… Continue reading
LINE CREEK, a sanctuary
early morning where my dreams meet the dawn golden and green the forest is my sanctuary tree branches above, like rafters of a church light shining through the leaves like stained glass windows… Continue reading