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  • Nov 13, 2014

    the master

    you can take back the butterflies, summer and all the colors
    i’ll have others and i’ll grease and spread them like butter
    essentially another in the wind of some unholy sin
    the blood will thin, eventually i’ll win and i’ll wear your skin just like the neanderthals did

    the beauty wasn’t in your words, it was in your eyes
    but only because i was the reflection
    i never had him and i fell for his game of seduction
    maybe i’m not good with rejection, but he wasn’t good with affection
    and his complexion was always the question

    i had answers and always knew it was cancer
    played in every factor and had no problem holding the lantern
    but eventually the candle runs out and light as you know it, bolts
    we play in holes just wanting to know
    but i have standards and i’m not a dancer for a master

    you should’ve let me love till the sky meets its doom
    who knew i’d dust so soon, who knew you even had a broom
    i’ve opened the tomb, i know blues and i know you
    but i’m the flame and you know my name
    i’ll see you in the game when i’ve got the gun and it’s my time for fun

  • Nov 12, 2014

    I like my whiskey like I like my men: on the rocks, ready for death as I devour at their first intent.

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  • Nov 11, 2014

    Mending hearts is as natural to me as breaking them is to you.

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  • Nov 10, 2014

    a god

    you touched and there was no way i could pacify my love
    in the air and disgust everywhere
    we went in and out, deep breaths around
    how i kept to my feet and my wings rose suddenly
    you were everywhere, the touch of my skin, dirt in my eye
    a man with abusive powers that seemed to hinder and linger
    even when he’s not around i find myself unwillingly bound to
    i once assumed he was a god, too
    but assumptions are wrong and i get lost in the fog
    we were only liquid, just fluid
    you and i, once upon a time

  • Nov 9, 2014

    I came for a portion but left with the universe.

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  • Nov 8, 2014

    It seemed like you had the world at your fingertips, but I guess what I missed was how you bit your lip at every question.

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  • Nov 7, 2014

    How do you find inspiration for your poetry?

    Hi there! Thank you. I find inspiration in everything. My poems are derived from conversations between friends and flings. My quotes are verbatim. 

    With poetry, I listen to little words and just go from there. Someone could say the sky is burgundy and I would probably pull out my phone and write then and there. I’ve passed people on the street and wrote about their hair. I think people take little things for granted and miss out on how beautiful an exchange or a passing on the street can be.

  • Nov 7, 2014

    I fell in love with everything that he was and everything that he wasn’t.

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  • Nov 6, 2014

    You’re like a Pokemon and the only word you know is your name.

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  • Nov 6, 2014

    could’ve

    my tongue became lodged in the back of my mouth
    i looked you in the eye and said fuck you
    walked down the stairs and just sat there
    cried and realized i don’t have time, it’s taking over
    your soul and all, everything i used to know

    the ground, it shook, the knees, they wobbled
    sound of champagne supernova
    the lingering feeling of your existence dances in my day
    all the ways and all the wise
    all your hey’s and all your hi’s

    tossing the dice and betting it all for a mere nothing
    you could always break the fall and drag me by my feet
    so deep and stuck in a motion of nothingness
    as we danced and paced our day in everything but our own loneliness

    our truth rolled by, we found our time
    the sky aligned and math slowly divided
    everything comes to an end, but in the end it’s how you spent
    not how the past could’ve been or how it could’ve went

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