Poetry · Writing

chicken on the wrong side of the road

i couldn’t walk on water

i tried for months

drowning on my own blood

drowning on myself

i couldn’t get across

i couldn’t walk on water

i couldn’t get back to you

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between sunset and a canoe

i don’t believe it was a dream

that brought me into your life

it wasn’t a boat dancing in rose petals

it was the warmth of your two arms

reminding me that it’ll be okay

that this job isn’t going to be the end

a rose petal boat ride didn’t bring me here

but i’ll bring you across that river

and will enjoy the view:

a sunset, one that pauses time-


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garbage man with an emerald necklace

a palace in comparison;

in comparison to the dump

where i find myself foraging for berries and a necklace

a necklace to present you:

i see it in my dreams, it is beautiful a single gem

the color of a lawn that exist longer then one summer

and i want to put it around your neck,

a present for a princess living in her palace

anyway to distract the fact that i live in the dump

and i want your parents to like me

and i want to be invited back

but i only have the one necklace

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hunting the bottom of the pit

i am not a seer

a witch or a god

but i knew i’d be here


falling through the depth with arms outreached

trying to grab onto anything

anything more than the absence of screams of help


for you

is nothing less than colorful

like a rainbow slide with a green hat at the bottom


i don’t want to stop

i worked tirelessly to fall this long and hard

and flying feels like walking over cement

until falling with you

the bottom never comes

not sure it exist

and i love it

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cold star

i have seen

the angle of you from a smudged mirror

i’ve never seen you so beautiful

diversity as concealer

brushed in with attitude

not the way you want to be viewed

but the look suits you

been through hell and this revival suits you

you’re going to change the world and i see it in you

it was only smudged for a minute

your beauty will shine through

never been worried for a second

you always pull through

you always will



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Jet Fuel

Woke up this morning

With a bright idea

Maybe I can exist

Forever right here:


pulled up with two to my name

nothing but a dream of fame

the lonely girl in the back screamin’ same

i’ll be here longer then you expected

spread all this magic i’ve collected

screamin’ louder then all ya’ll projected

change in the moment

change for the moment

singin’ over this fountain drinkin’ your bestowment

flyin’ high feelin’ real cool(cool)

stylin’ smoke chillin’ i’ll never run out of jet fuel

until I run out of jet fuel


Fate in your hands

While you’re waitin’ for me

I’m already there

Fallin’ in deep

Now is only now

Head back to the ground, dear



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loving you correctly

i made a lot of bad choices

you are not one of them

i learned from my mistakes

and i learned how to love you

trial and error to sharpen my teeth

before biting into your skin

if all the blood spilled directly

related to me loving you correctly

i’ll savor every kiss

when your eyes flutter when you’re having a dream

and this is mine;

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war on all fronts

the road;

a misunderstanding

broken trust landing

the sign said lover demanding-

a fools game played with fools gold

and i am in debt

not a risk or trust fall

takes money to make money

kitty poster on the wall

a misunderstanding

account overdrawn

a broken trust landing

never a i’ll be right there always a hang on

the sign said lover demanding-

under the red river walk-on

the squandered pawn shop

pumping muscle out of my vessel

traded for a penny for the ferry

jet tail on the sea front gambling on freedom

away from black crossbones away from eden

treason, the road will wash up, defeated

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i’m still here-

ring in the bell;

it is a new year, at least by our estimation

lets face it the only dates we know are the ones sold to us

it is a new year, new year new me

but will go to the same places

eat the same food but work out for a month

new me

ring in the bell;

it’s dinner time

let the feast begin

eat like the food stopped coming

eat like everything before this was just appetizers

eat like it’s thanksgiving and we’re celebrating the gratitude of a race

before we would betray everything they stand for

eat like the food is fucking delicious

and don’t forget to thank the cook

ring the bell;

it’s the ninth round and you know you’ve lost the last seven

at least

only way to win is to put that other guy on his fucking ass

bite down and go forward

it doesn’t matter if you go down, what’s the difference

bite down and go forward

at least you go down on your own terms or you win

bite down and go forward

click those gloves together and show the results of all your hard work

the masterpiece hanging on the basement wall- give it some sunlight

the weight you’ve lost, it’s not much but it really is though

bite down and go forward

and hang that belt over that stuffed dear your great-grandfather left for you

ring the bell;

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a wanderer through toxic space

and through that space

he sought a moment

a moment where space wasn’t suffocating

and they could breathe;

away from these fumes left from yesterday

the suffering of those before left to rot

to choke the present

and the gift was this moment-

where we let our guard down;

let the space travel past

arms open wide

a space

where existing isn’t a bother

a crime

where existing is a gift