Isn’t it time, yet? Surely enough time has passed between the initial ignition And the presently mundane. But maybe the inspiration never occurred – No, that’s a lie. That’s an excuse. Around every corner, Conspicuous and dark there is that feeling. An inevitability, no matter how cliche A choice. That moment. To put the black pseudo-ink on a bright white page Or the pencil to the finely lined notebook, making that decision is fatalistic. There’s no going back to the safe space within your head. Memories flood through your mind It’s the Missouri River pushing you back And under the…

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What they say is true, that love can be found in the most unexpected places. I met him on a roof and we gazed at the brilliant, sparkling lights. There were fireworks through March next year, and they didn’t stop when we were back on solid ground. It was a shared affection for coming together –  we took our discords and arguments and made a harmony of bodies where similar thoughts were lacking. April and May came around, and there were fewer shows of powdered lights – a tedious haze grew, instead. I became a smoldering mess, not knowing what…

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This quiet affection daily grows – A look – a smile – grips me Like a vine that twines around a Blooming cherry tree. Each spoken word rings in my ears – I take in every note – A symphony of ups and downs In which my mind takes float. Desire stems not from handsome looks, But thirst of knowing him – To be the ink with which he writes on paper of my skin. This passion courses through my veins Like fire stalking prey – Consuming what was once so strong – A force to be obeyed. My distant…

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I would tell you everything, From my first transgression to my last. The words would explode from my mouth like a tumbled can of beer, frothing at the seams. They would sing you a song. discordant notes coming together, All to lull you into a state of ease. I’d give you soft grey cloudbursts and cool sleep. no dark nightmares or hardened tensions. I would weave us a better story to live in. Without self-righteous crowds shoving through our lives, just bright green trees – the kinds that won’t make me sneeze – And enough time each day for the…

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