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more familiar places yet distant faces,
oblivious to their surroundings, stuck in their devices;
memorizing their monotonous routines,
a common crowd; an endless scene.
awake before the start of dawn,
home after the sun is gone;
illuminated by manufactured light —
the sunless souls of a monochromatic life.
Feb 10, 2024
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I have nothing to say
my head doesn’t want to be alone
So I will talk anyway
My phone screen is bright
My walls are white
My poster is pink
The sky is probably black
My ceiling is full of shadows
I forgot how to spell
But shadows are only absence of light
My ceiling is absent
If I think it is, then it is
My walls are absent
Then I am absent
And I am alone
And no one loves me
And I don’t love anyone
If love is an absence of hate
Then my friends are absent
And my family is absent
And I am absent
But if love is an extension of hate
Then I am full of it
Mar 21, 2025
i used to chase rainbows
walk a few blocks maybe
then turn around cause i always knew it was fruitless
now i do the same for sunsets
try to stay up for sunrises
i never succeeded but i always look back
i keep swinging and dreaming of the sun rise i never saw
all i have is the orange horizon that never finishes its downfall
i close my eyes and listen to the cicadas
i take a deep breath and ask god to change
but i open my eyes and the sun isn't set
hours after it was supposed to
my legs are tired but i wish to swing
my head hurts but i can breath
the car lights blind me and i hope they don't think of me
the bright fluorescent lights highlight my growing roots
not blonde but not entirely brown
dull and indecisive
so the next day, I walked further, I tried to see the sun for a better angle since I once again missed the rise
I seem to have walked quite too far, so the sky was blank, covered by trees and high skylines so I go back and turn around feeling the cars go by me almost hitting me each time, and I immediately regret that I didn't walk even further to see what was beyond the bend, maybe the trees would clear away and i’d finally see the set from a perfect angle
I hope one day I'd find myself back to a tall mountain Ridge where I could see the fall and theoretically the rise all by myself and nothing else in mind
but i didnt take advantage when i did have that perfect spot
Mar 30, 2025
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I find myself lingering, in front of the sun drenched window feeling my body glow gold in the languid warmth, under the sweet shade of a magnolia flower - encumbered by its beauty - in the shower for just a bit too long, pittering pattering weaving in and out thoughts that circle and circle endlessly until they scatter away like the little drops jumping off of my arms in a free fall. I don't leave until the water has its fill of me.
There's a clock inside, or not a clock, a phrase or phase that sets the motion of each act. I try to hold every moment as long as possible or it slips away. why is life so fleeting? The more I do the less there is.
Less flyaway cast shadows that peer off of my body, the obstruction basking in a heated glow. Less time for my thoughts to finish their race and half jog back exhausted but satisfied. Satisfied. Am i satisfied?
Apr 16, 2024
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Reflections of sombre thoughts,
unfriendly – yet, familiar – caught;
Rising with these marmalade skies:
a past affair, but no surprise.
Along with the wind, came a whisper,
gloomy and hazy, but growing clearer;
trickling outwards from within,
losing warmth from this mortal's skin.
As tangerine hues bleed indigo,
a pattern of thoughts slowly unfold;
Unfortunately it is one too accustomed,
for far too long and unwelcomed.
What does it take to refuse you?
Clouded with these thoughts untrue.
What does it take to keep you away?
These darkened skies have led me astray.
Jan 31, 2024