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New York City

a whiff of caffeine and cologne on your left collar, two cups of decaf 

and half a hug along the plane of our shoulders

       and we took off

 

with stolen glances at my pendant as red and radiant as the waking sun  

and the mole on the bottom right corner of my cheek, scaled to the size of a period that never surfaced in our conversations 

        our wings welcomed the wind li...

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Beyond The Gone Crowd

Beyond The Gone Crowd

 

     There is a blind that cares for me,

A blind that rolls in the morn and then again, evening,

     The colour, no consequence, no form or

Importance as, when rolled either up, or down,

Colour changes shape and shine, shadow

Within the room where cherubs once sang, and laughed.

 

     Every morn the roll lifts itself a hope

Of life outside be...

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Above The Fluttering Butterfly

Above The Fluttering Butterfly

 

 

     Today I saw you again,

We spent time in haste and silent tears,

Believing in only faults declared by others,

      Today the time was brief, as if the first

Stage of a future king, a future queen.

 

     I know the sorrow you live,

For there is my presence, right there

Upon your intuition, right there where

The glance is t...

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God bless the dead

 

Dont worry my brothers,

Save a spot for me cus I'll see you soon.

These thoughts and memories,

The dreams that consume.

Me...

Had me thinking on life, feel choked till I can't breathe.

Losing my people, blinded me to the better things in life I couldn't see.

Losing these people brought tremendous amounts of pain.

Moving on in life, till my heart froze and changed.

 

...

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she stood still

sometimes i wonder how we got to this point

a point where you wonder whats the best

a point where you want to restart and forget

because i thought we're doing our best

giving all the love we have left

but look at us now, 

one has left and doesnt have any regrets

and the other one stood still, full of questions.

shes waiting, waiting and reassuring him that she believes.

...

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Where does the light go?

"Where does the light go?"

When we face our darkest moments,

When we feel the very foundation of our being cracking and fissuring and looking well beyond repair, we tend to ask ourselves:

Where does the light go?

When will it shine again?

When we feel that all hope is lost,

THE LIGHT begins to SHINE underneath the cracks and fissures of our being.

Where we once saw irreparable...

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