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Takes two

you undress the metaphor of me like i am your poem and you are the eyes within my storm, you read me like you wrote me yourself slowly and swiftly, you run your mind along the contours of my words and find me between the lines You divine the depths of me and the paralells […]

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Seduction and destruction

The darkest night, wore red lips and black fingernails. Glossy hair like street lamps on dark pavement, Trecherous and slick with rain She crossed your mind before you looked both ways and you wished that you could turn back time and forget – That darkest night, she wore decadent jewelery glittering strings of shattered glass […]

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A photograph

I opened up the door and a photograph walked in and touched me with an open hand so gently on my face, soft fingers that left a trail of sighs across my memories my fantasies defy an ocean and my heart begins to race to you right now I don’t know how a photograph can […]

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A box of your words

I found, a faded dusty box. Inside I found, not faded memories but those shining as bright as a neon lamp that I saw yesterday Suggesting I go in I opened the box. And longing for a broken dream jumped out and sat on my heart like an unexpected jack in the box given life […]

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Devastated words

That September, I didn’t see the moon all month, I remembered the dark skies, my horoscope of hopelessness the moon like a past lover, she hid from my desperation and my devastated words, like ‘we’ and ‘us’ singularly scattered in the ocean like ripped up poems from yesterday even the moon could not bare the […]

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Sunday hues

This afternoon wears my sadness in her palest eyes of Sunday blues she said she’s not a languid Friday, with arms stretched out in forever she is the ending of infinity the beginning of an end she huddles from the cold, she is a dancer in slow motion, falling and her smile is thin and […]

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Clingy with goodbyes

I found my first goodbye in the palm of my mother’s hands, sharp against the smooth satin of our skin this goodbye was the rainy day that shaped the retinas of my eyes and the vertebrae of my soul It lasted longer than the days and the weeks I grazed my knees with it and […]

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A moment of fireworks

The boom freezes us in time and the clock stops – chimes in with a gift that shocks our pulse and floods our synapses, with tick tock packages of phosphorescence, incandescent, no? Really, I feel like we’re all a flock of fireflies in swirling smoke, evocative shadows on our lips I catch the static of […]

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Parting words and shattered worlds

The sunset is dead, oceans are crying, the sky is vicious in red, people are lying. Life is sickeningly beautifulAnd beautifully slick With the blood of the dawnThat arrives much too quick You walk as you yell,Left alleged of a purple dreamThe stars and the wind widen a voidTo pull in the morning and night, to divide the […]

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A gaze he had to meet

even in this crowded room it was the type of gaze that filled the air between them, it swerved the corners of reality with tangibility – he felt it’s whispers wrap the shoulders of his fears and write a message in the atmosphere for him to see the invitation that she painted there, in silken […]

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A lament for my lost instrument

It’s a pleasing thing to hear my whispers turned into roars by the ocean, timid sounds that roll around seashell necklaces of the mermaids I beg to magnify the crescendo of the waves and I crave the thunderous noise of my fingers like a pianoforte in the seafoam, or a screaming storm in a teacup […]

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Trenchcoat futility

Today I put on my trench coat full of desires of a different day I tuck my magnifying glass into my pocket and I am a bloodhound, hunting the air for your scent of poetry, vinyl and paint and hints of smoke and mirrors. I pad softly behind you, full of delusions and confusions I’m […]

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A night full of subtleties

In a night full of subtleties the moon’s ripples wrap around my shoulders in the middle of the blades you see the glistening lace of milky shades, please trace the faded patterns of my life, nuances written with a sigh, a little strife There, bathing in the crevices of my skin, touch me in the […]

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Peter Pans in Ever-land

There was a time when Forever was an easy thing to say when the leaves were luscious promises of another day and we inhaled the air with elastin lungs and hungry tongues That flourished in a bloom on our tastebuds Then, darkness was faraway and we were Peter Pans in ever-land dancing bodies, glasses in […]

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Dreams of herself

There was a girl Her eyes blurred with rain and skin bleached by ghosts Her hair a wistful wysteria on a sun-drenched porch, that she wound round her fingers while she dreamed Of a self that she always looked for … She dreamed of a house Where purple flowers of her hair became a paintbrush, […]

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Lines of love

Inspired by this beautiful artwork by Muntazir (link below) … A paper disguise for a velvet love A love too much to stay on one page Over and flowing the folds of her dress As strong and soft as water A warm infinity pool of soft Cashmere blankets, Obsidian strength and kissed tears. Arms trace […]

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Decluttering sadness

My name is sadness. We know each other well. Today I’ve been nesting. I’ve been in your cupboard, the one under the stairs, haunted by the ghost town of your life. I put on old songs and found fragments, litter, so many broken shards. Old photographs of friends, abandoned in their frames. A box of […]

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Touch

In your empty room my fingers touch your silence put their ears to your mysteries, and listen to the histories like potent dust they gently touch and trace the lines within In your open palm my fingers read each page of you, your memories like they’re written in the braille of scar tissue I walk […]

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Elephants in the room

It seemed I was in the mood for reflections and dark dreams, whether I liked it or not. Some things you don’t get to choose. I knew it by the way my thoughts were shifting in the shadows, taking form and approaching me while I was sleeping. Snipers at the window of my soul, following […]

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Minor keys and memories

I heard the keys in the soft notes that undo me at the lock of my soul it’s music that waltzes with ghosts and squeezes my throat in a mahogany room In key changes I slip from the present to something so comfortable in harmonies my heart is untied by the subtleties of silken strings […]

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Solace in a metaphor

Empty bottles on the counter mean apologies in a dressing gown For the slurred words that broke a petal from this rose and crushed it into velvet spiders With the soles of his slippers I drift along the wooden floors a mass of scarlet petals scattered Groveling, looking for a crack To swallow me in […]

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Days of flat-lining

I checked the pulse of this day and listened at its fragile wrist for vital signs and I heard rain within the heart of it the muted silence sounds like Sunday in flat-lining disarray with no writing left upon my palm and nothing left to say …. Photograph: Gabriel Isak

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Galaxy in a moment

I am contemplative, as I try to fit a galaxy in a moment – I stretch it across the sea between us in my fantasies we are pangaea and a panacea, a continent and a cure-all and I freeze time and watch glaciers form in the film in the corners of your eyes when you […]

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Daisy in a chain

I was incognito myself a sum of zero masquerading as a daisy in a chain, Sometimes it’s safer that way in numbers where you’re all the same hiding in between the spaces, tied within the laces round your wrists. I was bound, unable to be found camoflaged, a chameleon in a crowd I lost myself […]

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