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liars and lifesavers

you may have

made my life

but they saved it…

which one over

the other do you

think i would pick?

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Fork in the Road

I wanna let go of all the shame I live in
It’s all coming back because you always give it
I’m falling apart, when the heart breaks up
I’m moving forward…

~*~

Please keep your distance

I may be here but my mind’s miles away

I’m just another hitchhiker

And you don’t have to pick me up anyway

So maybe it’s all better off

If we let the stretched kilometres speak for itself

I’m caught in your headlights

But I’ll take the juncture’s path and wish you well.

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Of Bards and Boulevards

I am a poet, and I am here to tell you a story.

But, be forewarned, for I do not narrate. I simply leave mischievous glimpses and equivocal fragments for you to pick up and stitch together on your own. I do not wish to be straightforward; for the better adventure is surrendered on a vertical highway. Instead I provide narrow twisted paths and interminable dead ends, unhelpful road signs and perennially blinking broken traffic lights, confusing directions to nowhere that will lead you to everywhere. It is solely up to you to decide where you shall end up, whether it be a populated city with brightly glowing billboard lights, or a dark narrow alleyway with a fetid corpse abandoned under the dumpster. The exact same steps taken can lead to either one at any given time. The travel is truly yours to pursue, and I am merely there to provide you with what scant counsel you might require, and even then, my offers of assistance might be questionable, and the information given will be more misleading than useful. For I am a poet, not a mere storyteller, and my intricate words are your only guide, your sole map and compass in this discordant infinite chaos of a universe that I have created. Never take them as they are, and pray caution, for they do not want you to arrive at your destination. And neither do I.

I am a poet, and I’ll tell you to get lost.

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rollercoaster

the ride was too turbulent

and we both tumbled off

tripped against our tongues

in adrenaline and acerbic scoffs

we fell when it got too steep

and refused to climb the blame

why don’t we try to fix our scrapes

instead of just picking at them?

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dial tone dream

i found my true calling

for the longest time

i’ve already known

i found my true calling

but it just won’t pick up

the goddamn phone.

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Bullseye

if i were

to pick a

personal target

it would be

someone

i wouldn’t regret.

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Floral & Florescence

if i were in

a garden;

in a vast

luxuriant field

resplendent,

efflorescent,

an explosion

of chromaticity,

and blooming

with all the

species of

domestic

flowers and

wild exotic

blossoms in

the whole world,

i’d still pick

you and your

wilting petals

over everything else.

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☆ with me ★

♫•*¨*•.¸¸♪

with me,

the songs revolve

on an ocean of

gasoline

and masked the

bitter with some

glycerine.

with me,

cease respiration

and save your

oxygen

i’ll only waste it

with my liquid

nitrogen.

with me,

your head can be

even lighter than

helium

thoughts of pitch

and asphyxiate into

delirium.

with me,

you might think me

a most precious of

medallion

when all i actually

am is composed of

zirconium.

with me, i might be

an onyx block of

obsidian

but rarer, harder than

diamonds, pick me as

the one.

♫•*¨*•.¸¸♪

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