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Jazz

This poem uses the continuous metaphor of jazz to tell a tale of lovers in conflict

I have an answer for every ‘how are you?’ directed to me, but lately there haven’t been any. I have things to share, I promise. You will be entertained by my trauma. Isn’t that what you want? You ridicule my pain as I shovel it into black plastic bags , bare it on my backContinueContinue reading “Weight of the Past”

In love with the sun

Last night a volcano erupted and everything that ever existed became irrelevant. The lava convulsed to form a new land, a firtility. My biggest fear was intimacy come too close and find my vacillation only to leave. You put your fears aside and presented me with mine I only feared what I didn’t understand -anContinueContinue reading “In love with the sun”

I was not yet ready. Forgive me.

You had the best intentions And the craziest poses You only wore one hoodie Even on heated days Even in heated arguments They say that the one who’s heart you break will avenge through your next lover I attest to it My life proves it Im out in the cold begging for affection Begging forContinueContinue reading “I was not yet ready. Forgive me.”

Where is the love?

Televised ANIMOSITY The only thing we are driven by, but deny, is GREED We are the one we ever really need The ones that fight, fight to keep things the same Should they stop the world is victim to its decay Love’s demography is a minority Ask yourself why we still need to ask youContinueContinue reading “Where is the love?”

I almost fell in love

We push love For it: we avoid it. For you to bare yourself raw, true and whole before me is beautiful. I tell you that I like that, Ive got it bad for you. No other I would choose Ive waited all my life and now I hand it to you- But with caution AwareContinueContinue reading “I almost fell in love”

You are prison

Ive played each moment enough times to change the details to reluctant dawns. Evaporating words ascend with scents of wishes of you in the same room, nevermind my custody. Escape brought a new season- It brought the spring time and liberty from contempt building inside. Slim buildings remind me of you Dancing reminds me ofContinueContinue reading “You are prison”