Tag: daydreamer

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Haunting

Smokey listeners

Reaching for the shallow limbs of black

They sink and wail to discover life

And so I remain, printed and somewhat flaky 

Together, forested in fictions

I lie to myself when I stretch out of the hopeful comforts

I’m picked as bark

The dog days are quite holy; haunting 

The body was muddy and dug out of void

Being, holy as well

Peer through 

Identify me, then leave me to be, leave me alone

As I grow feral to the moans of cicadas 

I will touch the golden skies in faith

The ones I indulge in and tell stories about

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Black Sheep

I can go anywhere and find home on my skin
Resting in dew
What’s new
When strangers are blue
Sketched and watercolored onto blocks
I’m an iridescent rock with moss
I wrap my locs when I’m around em
Pretend I’m Medusa, not a bit hesitant
And my shadows vow to move exactly how I move
As I pretend to blend in as if I belonged here
I dodge small talk
I know real voices, true hearts
I’ve mastered how to mirror; starting over less foreign than I
I knew I was alright
I was a locust bite, bitter
In the cool hybrid air
I made my way through the stolen
What I gave away could never keep up
My gift was melted and sculpted
Sometimes I’d call it love

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Form

She sways and she fades

Condensing as we name her audacious

Sometimes I shout it too

With her I had no clue

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My love comes in all forms

She’s cold and lukewarm

When she melts I melt with her

I have faith in her rigid lorn

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Chant and sing these warnings

She is everything

She is nothing within

On the mountain where I placed her

She was my only friend

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I was free to scrutinize her

She was decay and serpent

Offered me to experience life freely

She wouldn’t dare come with me

I’d repent to see her nearly

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Lifted

Hovering by my bedside

With some lips that tucked me in

Nothing special to keep us up all night

We made sure when we’re together we’re lifted

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You

The mystic, the wonder

The ending of my cycles

Severed as selfish stings of venom

It’s you

It’s you

You gave, oh yes you did

Fickle flavor created my taste

And as my appetite fluctuates

I choose to starve

Washed over in drought

Sand dunes and Florida watered illusions

I see you

I saw you

I thank you

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Newness

What news!

The arrival

And the departure

Both equal in value and pleasure

To the adventurous wondering soul