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Okinawa (Taking The Long Way Home)

Hopeless; soft sigh of my shamelessness

Almost anechoic now, rather hurting your

Perfect prelude as you cross nocturnes into

Plaques of deception, I crave the vicious way

You crept under my closed eyelids and let my

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Bloodstream clog up with letters of your name

Infected and depleted, frantic and lovesick like

Redbones and restless sentiments as I befall back

To the insomniac midnight runs that broke in my

Head like it was just another swollen, gaping scab

Daring me to pick at it, to pick it up, to pick you out

And spill my thoughts all over the ceiling’s leaky holes

Yes, you are and will be the only one, begotten wonderer

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Arrogances forsaken—! I vehemently collide directly into

Never, never again, never yours, never there, never more

Distal anoxia, stiffly reaching out, these hands—fractured

Your staccato rings out to alarm the wolves, for I am to your

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Carrion as you are to my crudely-preserved trophy head displayed

Iridescent phantom may you be yet afterlife barely transpired, just a

Zeitgeist fleeing the tides under the midst of November’s temper bloom

Enamoured harshly to your facsimiles and facades and fastidious blues

Keeping worn-down stars in my pocket for another year lost again to you.

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mousse cakes and milk tea

sweet walk

sweet talks

night steps

and lips red

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child’s cheer

celebrations

closing down

the tea stores

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funny tales in

photographs

soft heart cake

another laugh

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tummy burst

sluggish slow

one year down

and more to go.

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On the subject of birthdays…

I honestly would post something more profound and broodingly thoughtful and—heaven forbid—perhaps even more enlightening before this day finally ends, but apparently this is the only thing I could manage to write for today. And aptly so, I suppose. So I’ll just be casually leaving this here and calling it a night. Happy another year of somehow still existing to me. 🎉

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26 – madness, malls, melancholy

i chase for my friends

forgotten i may be

anticipating the warmth

and better memories

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breathing the anxiety

in countdowns from three

homesick, carsick, plain sick

hoping for deluded tricks

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until my blind eyes light up

and my voice gets too numb

from talking, laughing, and

cheering at every little sound

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though there is a disconnect

that sadder sense of longing

to know they’re moving past

without my outlier belonging

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i’ll still chase, even when i trip

and show up at every single revelry

with crass smiles and crude gifts

hope i didn’t ruin your birthday party.

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happy cake day, sunflower.

I got a lot of things on my mind right now
A million ways to think about you
I can’t say I expected anything different
‘Cause the way you complicate me’s simple
She didn’t stutter, my chest flutters
Cardiac attack in the cradle of the summer…

~*~

you’re more than just the love song i play

when i feel like falling down the stairs—

you’re the landing that catches my broken bones.

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and honestly, i don’t want to go on and on about how

you’re sunshine in the fog, or peachy sky cliches etcetera

i ran out of them a long time ago on your smile alone

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i never get tired of those stupid monochrome dreams

at night where no one’s talking but i hear voices everywhere…

guess you’re the only voice i wanna hear in my head

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because that’s all i am, another overused arcade game

and you pushed all of the big red buttons and you made me

self-destruct like pixelated fireworks to win the round

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but that’s okay. i don’t mind. heaven is but a concept

i’m rather not willing to get lost in, but halos and hazards

are all there are to it. but you’re worth it…aren’t you?

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but i guess the sour taste doesn’t ever leave me now

and i badly wish i could just forget about you, and myself,

and the days i chewed off the grey-painted calendar

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for i don’t need to leave pastel notes or egg timers

or freshly-brewed coffee on the kitchen to let you know;

the universe says that’s not how reality works now

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so instead i’ll tell none of my best friends about your laugh

and wish your name on every fairy light and lucky dandelion

that reflects the iridescence of your watercolour ocean eyes

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and i’ll tangle up my breaths and my words and my awful art

and i’ll break the hourglass just to stop time for a while—and i’ll sing

to keep my yellow lovely safe from the world i can’t ever have.

~*~

I’m superstitious, the kid’s vicious
Bubblegum smile, taste the cherry on her lips!
You know I want you in the worst way
I need you like cake on my birthday
The way you operate is so sweet
I need you like cake on my birthday…

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Dix-Huit

Ticking the calendar

Checking the time

Counting the candles

Drinking your wine

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This due date set

Cause for party calls

Fine friends greet

Autumn leaves fall

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Scarlet ribbon bright

Sky the stars set alight

This day is celebrated

This night rejuvenated

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Dainty essence of rain

May cloud your whims

But the rainbow gained

Is worth the cold sting

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After all, life may be taint with grey

Still, you are well-off and surviving

Come what may, for it’s not everyday

That you’re blossoming to be eighteen.

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