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Winter crisps the leaves
outside is so cold, inside
these words warm my mouth.

An organic (untrained) poem for the person who needs one tonight.
I am just a silly boy, but you can pretend that I wrote this for you, because in a way, I did.

winter sits outside
steam…

sleeping dragons strangle my throat as they sleep
as they dream dreams of being heroes
of gnashing, tearing teeth
ah but, come back now my love…
back from the edge that is gleaming
the e…

I feel that I have a whole person(s) inside that no one has ever seen. Like school, the whole world is moving so fast, so he sits and waits.

I really wonder what other people see when they i…

There is a cave at the bottom of the empty well
where everything spilt out
ran into the ocean
made rootless in the sea
lost amongst the swirling mass
carried further, further…
alienatio…

my love is overflowing
these shackles
these bonds
between people and pasts
politics and economics
my love is overflowing

it chokes the winter world
into swirling reds and whites
and f…

spirituality walked through the fields of dandelions
gold sparked against converse sneakers
and fuzzy love lifted off to tickle his nose.

spirituality named the very first seed
breathed l…

dry air on my tongue
wet palms
I put my bag down just inside your door
I’m jet lagged
nerves shot to see you this close
for the first time
I am james
not gabriel

who are you that you would kill her for not denying her faith?
and who are you that would burn down the church for the color of a person’s skin?
and who are you that you would shoot a pers…

It is dark outside, the air is cold, my breath is visible. A light shines through the maroon curtains. I turn the door knob, enter the house, you greet me. You take my backpack. I untie my lace…

As a deconstructive tool, if it hopes to keep its coherence, it must support the production of that which it aimed to deconstruct.

Branded
............

oh you beat me so good
the welts rise on my back and in my heart
I scream out your name in ecstasy, in agony
how the two blended so well….
bitter-sweet chemis…

I want to know the origin of a thought, why a thought begins, how it begins.
I want to play and laugh and cry and contemplate. I want to fill my nostrils with the warmth of summer, the musk of…

I whispered into the trees (what say you?)
And I listened, for a thousand years.
And the trees spoke in ancient words that no one else could hear.
My heart ached and my heart was satisfied. …

It is safe here
in this self-fulfilling prophesy
...
so push it
push me
push delete

I am not the artist
you would recognize
I take broken feelings
and make something new.
I do not own the pieces
they own bits of me
and when they are mended
and beautiful
they leave
so…

I am just a piece of twisted metal
sharp edges
jagged twists
soft turns
oxidized by the boiling vapors
of every feeling I’ve ever had

static greets the sound of my feet
this is me walking alone
scraping grate the sound of my ache
this is me breaking my bones
sadistic smile along that last mile
...this is me in the zone
…

claws rake viciously (pathetically) against the clay
no handhold in the undertow
just breathe in
let it end…