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Waiting for October

~When the midnight breeze struggles against the wrinkles of my windbreaker

But doesn't quite win yet,

I'll know that autumn's set. 

When listening to Aubrey brings the company of both friends

And endearing ghosts alike,

I'll know that early will come the night. 

The nights of campfire love songs and guitar rifs

And those of frat house trap music and police tips.

I am patien...

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Liberation's a Mosh Pit

~My heart's torn like the rips in my black denim jeans

Jeans tight like the constrictions and pressures forced on me

But they say that pressure turns coal to diamonds.

They talkin' bout the ten dollar diamonds that used to dance on my ears?

The ones that almost got me disowned,

With accusations of queerness and criminality tossed left and right?

Yet I smile.

Drain out bad ener...

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Dante's Inferno

~She says she's been fighting her demons for an eternity.

Waging war against her inner rage,

She only smiles to save face.

Its complicated,

she laments,

an interconnected mangled mess of self doubt, ((suffocating)) emptiness, 

and despair.

If only I could provide a restorative repair.~

 

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Black Bodies

~Black bodies stained red

By hands of those whom color has not dared touch

Black bodies left for dead

Destroyed, discarded, desecrated, and given to death's clutch

Black bodies have always bled

For the sins of those who are yet to be judged

Black bodies are hanging by a thread

Waiting for justice, but receiving none such.~

 

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Justice

Nights in Neptune

~Quietly floating atop the rolling fabric of navy

Blue like the absence of oxygen in the veins

Tracing a trajectory charted and discovered,

Re-charted and rediscovered,

I spend the nights in Neptune.

I find an uneasy peace as daybreak cracks and attacks the ice

But the deep fissures fuse ever stronger.

The ocean lulls my corpus into a drowsy state

As my restless mind rages ...

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depression

What Do You See?

~When you look at me what do you see?

Do you see rivers and oceans

Or mountains and crevices?

Do you see the deep frown yearning

Or the sweet smile of satisfaction?

Do you lock eyes with the elixer of youth

Or observe the first wrinkles of death?

Or do you see right through?~

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Tennessee River

~He pretends the river is an ocean

When one can't have the potent dose

One makes do with the dilluted potion

Caught between two jagged green coasts

The murky current slowly propells his motion

If he has a good, sturdy boat

He might just last to see his ocean~

 

 

 

 

 

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journey

Mosaic

~A fractured mosaic staring back at me

Shades of blue, brown, yellow, gray and green

Are the stitching that weave this being together

A fabrication of vibrant parts synthesizing to make a real whole

The real me~

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self love

LLJ

~The melodies of your tortured soul sent reverberating echos through the ethos  

Desperate cries intertwined in tunes unheard of 

Your cadences resonated with the frequencies of my essense

In perfect harmony

Setting my ailing heart at ease over and again.

As I gnash my teeth with bloody emotions

As I rage against the ultimate injustice

I hope you find rest in perfect harmony

...

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death

When will I see you again?

~When will I see you again?

Time keeps ticking, each second feeling like a solitary eternity

But do you know I've been waiting for entire lifetimes? 

Do you wait for me too?

I replay the recollections of time spent together over and over in my head

Like a broken record

I long for the days when my head would find comfort on your shoulders

When my hands would find your thighs

...

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Love not quite requited

Love Letter to a Stranger

~You're the feeling that makes my heart melt into a caramel abyss
I can taste the sweet demise you subject me to on the tip of my tongue
This sugary concoction flows out of your soul and seemingly by magic, or maybe alchemy, transforms into the feathers that come together like wings to lift me up beyond the natural heights of my masculine flesh
Bringing out the fleshly, carnal desires of my sou...

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InfatuationLoveLust

Plastic Razor Blades

~It's that constant voice in my head,
It's my voice,
Illustrating the never-ending daytime nightmares that keep me up at night,
That keep me down at noon
I fall for these stories
The fabrications that knit the fabric of my life
It's the stories behind the gazes that cut the deepest
Everyday I fight through plastic razor blades
But I don't think I'm strong enough~

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social anxiety

Invisible

~I'm the thin layer of ice that forms on paved surfaces
A slippery slope that can lead to ones demise if ignored
But you ignore me anyway, because I'm seemingly harmless
I don't think the camouflage I wear every waking day helps
It's a proactive measure I guess
You see right through me
Like I'm made of glass
I'm fragile, but you throw the stones anyway
Don't you know shards are deadly?~

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feelinginsecurityInvisible

Summer

~The hot summers that make my skin sizzle
With the sun that exposes the melanin under the melanin
Windows down, AC on, an ice cold sweet tea
these are the only weapons available to me
the tools that wage war against the heat
It's only in this battle that I feel alive~

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