iridiscente
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Sing me down the dawn
In light of recent darkness
in making light of dark,
-I am going to sing me down the dawnWith all of nature groaning
realty’s beat stark
in love I’m going to sing me down the dawnWhen ev…
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ramblings of movement
the falling apart pieces
scramblings of my mind
i reach out in tandem to
draw it all back together
to refocus
so much to say from emotions
excitement and empathy
and pressure.
anxiety.
and I … -
can you breathe in the dark?
can you (breathe)
in the darkness?
can you (inhale)
the dark
and (exhale)
the illusions and smut
to capture the oxygen.
we do not have filters.
if one must (breathe) to live
through these dar… -
drops
i am rain
and singing,
run down your upturned face
and drip off of your chin
and splash into puddles
liquid in exhilaration
lively, lovely, landing…
and becoming a part of somet…
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star-scrapers
the skyscrapers have
scraped off all of the stars
but
we’ve replaced them
with satel-
lights -
flycatcher
someone put fly tape
in my dream catcher.
the sneaky little devil
crazy thing is,
I’ve caught a butterfly
and my dreams
have fluttered on. -
peace in problems
There is more peace
in problems
than in
tranquilityYou know that
the world
isn’t so good
in those moments.There aren’t
broken
expectations.But in
tranquility
you have to way for … -
paz en los problemas
Hay mas paz
metido en problemas
que en
la tranquilidad.Sabes que
el mundo
no es tan bueno
en estos momentos.No hay expectaciones
rotas.Sino en la
tranquilidad
tienes que esperar
… -
it was a tree in Mexico
it was a tree in Mexico
covered in thorns
the size of my fingers
inching up to the topmy friends called it a
“monkey-don’t-climb-tree” -
Opciones
Llevo todo el miedo
Y lo pongo en botalla
Negra
Sin la luz de
Reconocimiento
No puede vivir -
lightning
why do you keep making
lightning?-charge the air with your tension
and strike!
like an electric viperIt’s the suspense that kills me.
the low bubbling rumbles
growling along your low
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I’d say you always offered me truth
I’d say you always offered me truth
But I think it’s only now that
You’re beginning to see
What’s inside of even your own heart. -
Ah, poems.
Ah, poems.
I don’t know why I use them
I guess I don’t really-
they sorta use me
and I’m relieved for the expression.
Takes the tight knots
out of my chest
and unwinds them on paper.
Tak… -
When it isn’t your day
When it isn’t your day
that’s especially when
you need to seize it,
steal it back from the one
to whom we already let too much time
elapse -
wallpaper
there’s so much of you
pasted on the walls
covering your habitations
where the words flew through
the air and
stuck
against the wall.
You’ve painted a vivid portrait
with your tongue
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