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The Man Who Never Died All at Once — New Poems
I’ve lived a hundred lives, none of them simple. I died in corners no one looks — silent deaths, small fractures inside me, one after another, like cracks spreading through glass. But somehow, I kept getting back up — bloodied, bruised, but never broken. Pain twisted itself into blueprints, wounds spun into sharp ideas. I…
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In the Wake of Silence — Jaded
Silence is the loudest thing in the wake of everything I’ve said. The words hang in the air, unspoken, untouched, and I wonder if I’ll ever hear them again. But the silence speaks in ways the words never could, and I listen— even when there’s nothing left to say.
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The Unspoken Backdrop — Jaded
Love is something that makes us feel the happiest alive, but it can lie. When you think you’ve found someone, yet you’re left trying to forget. Days slip by, and still, you miss them. You sit in the past, letting it mold your well-being. What’s better in yourself? Who you were then? Nothing, actually. Tell…
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Inferno — Phoenix Heart
My heart is ticking its last breath for a cause from years ago, no longer shedding a tear, but quenching the flames of anger before your satire becomes a satanic regret.
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I Closed This Book — Phoenix Heart
They acted like they could burn out your light bulb. Like they knew our make and model. It’s a tragedy, jealousy. It started at birth, masked with daily doses of pharmaceuticals and traumatic damage that turned the family into my abuser. Undergoing the worst of the pandemic of post-traumatic stress, I shook through my whole…
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Shattered heart… — An Inconvenient Attachment
Shattered heart… then life feels over. The best of friends gave me the world. I couldn’t grasp how good it was. Leaving you, leaving the memories.
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I left myself to be with you, — An Inconvenient Attachment
I left myself to be with you, surpassing the worst in mind that kept telling me this was bad… listen to your heart.
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I Am a Fish — Freedom
I wonder if I will ever escape. I hear tapping noises. I see fingerprints on my glass bowl. I want to be free. I am a fish. I feel nothing at all. I touch something smooth. I worry if the cat will get me. I am a fish. I understand that I am stuck here…
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Completely over it! — An Inconvenient Attachment
Completely over it! An inner lie that I have to work on: “The Completely Over It Part.” Is there something a conflicted soul needs repaired? Then again, a daily reminder of “The Completely Over It Part,” within oneself, in the third person, should be good. An inner lie that I’ve always told myself: “You’ll never…
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As I begin to start the next page, — An Inconvenient Attachment
As I begin to start the next page, the lover of my past chapters begins to be written, as if the lover of my past chapters just can’t leave a moment out of my mind— dwelling on the inner thoughts of the past while trying to move forward.
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Change your ways, — An Inconvenient Attachment
Change your ways, change your pride, change your mind— not too much, just bit by bit. The future will only continue if you fix the past mistakes.
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Stumbling upon the past of my future, — An Inconvenient Attachment
Stumbling upon the past of my future, it’s a halt in time. It’s a quick look back in time, skimming through the past pages, questioning myself: “Why is this all happening again?” Karma is a silent change that always brings your past to the future.
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I expressed the needs I needed, — An Inconvenient Attachment
I expressed the needs I needed, expression back, as if the blank spaces were so common. But then again, I’ll give you my last breath, even if I didn’t like you. It started young, with the world seen as a newborn, searching for the fillers for my empty spaces.
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I try to run, — An Inconvenient Attachment
I try to run, but I’m surrounded by your thorns, stuck and hurt. It’s hard sometimes.
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Forgive and forget. — An Inconvenient Attachment
Forgive and forget. I can’t always forget those who left the scars, but I can forgive those who left the bruises. But now I know: it’s not you. It’s me.
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Just take it in, smile, and walk away. — An Inconvenient Attachment
Just take it in, smile, and walk away. I need to embrace compliments. I hear them every day— yes, on a continuous basis. They say the words, but I never truly feel the truth inside…
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I sit here in my bed, — An Inconvenient Attachment
I sit here in my bed, wondering if I’m something to someone. Then I think, Oh, wow! It’s you, bringing out the old me…
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Blah, blah! — An Inconvenient Attachment
Blah, blah! They say I’m this. They look at me less. I can’t seem to hear the key to success, but to follow my success… Can you leave already? I wish you weren’t the one I loved. You destroyed my heart. You destroyed my soul. I’m mean. No, it’s not because of them. It’s because…
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A bit ambivalent, — An Inconvenient Attachment
A bit ambivalent, I listen to the sound of your voice. You change the way I look at life, how it works, and how I succeed. I listen to the sound of your voice. I’m scared…
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I just don’t understand — An Inconvenient Attachment
I just don’t understand how one who does so wrong gets rewarded so well, when one who does good doesn’t even get known. I don’t care who you are! Try…
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I wish I didn’t think about the past. — An Inconvenient Attachment
I wish I didn’t think about the past. How does it affect me so much? It affects me on days when it shouldn’t. I get so barricaded into deep darkness of nothing but sadness and hatred toward others. Like, I get it. Your past is your past! It makes you stronger, wiser, confident, but why…
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Falling to my knees, — An Inconvenient Attachment
Falling to my knees, wondering if there is a God watching over me. Trying to surpass the worst years of my past by catching up to my future, but always running into a dilemma— a stop of selfless events that always ruins me.
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I looked at myself, — An Inconvenient Attachment
I looked at myself, realized it’s the world of the unknown.
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The blackest days with you. — An Inconvenient Attachment
The blackest days with you. Running away from the thought of being murdered out of your mind. I miss the days when the birds chirped. I miss the days when everything was right. Nothing seemed too off. What happened to you?
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Sex with you: — An Inconvenient Attachment
Sex with you: fast heartbeat, a group of butterflies, a hummingbird heartbeat while looking at you.
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You make me feel crazy, — An Inconvenient Attachment
You make me feel crazy, my hormones shooting like fireworks. A flock of butterflies flies around my stomach. I feel worthy of something— even better, I feel loved.
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Hi. — An Inconvenient Attachment
Hi. Are you there? … Deep end. I lost myself! I lost everything about me.
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Is seeing my world through one lens the end? — An Inconvenient Attachment
Is seeing my world through one lens the end? I’m down on my knees, praying for someone to take me from this love I had for you. I’m so lost. I’m so clustered, in an emotional mess, on a cloudy day.
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They said you could love someone for all their faults, — An Inconvenient Attachment
They said you could love someone for all their faults, but not this time. Sometimes a laugh helps.
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It happens! — An Inconvenient Attachment
It happens! Moving on from the past can be so short, like my first love: bittersweet and straight to the point. Don’t lose yourself in the making of this.
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Backstabber, — An Inconvenient Attachment
Backstabber, my body hurts from all the pricks and scratches, trying to win your heart back. Move on, please! Just, please! I can’t walk down your path of complete lies and sorrows.
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It was a nice season. — An Inconvenient Attachment
It was a nice season. The first day we met, my stomach opened up with a billion butterflies. A sensational feeling, like no other. It lasted long, but with winter coming, they all died.
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