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Tag: Poetry

waking

  up in the morning before the sun rises      too early too fucking early lately it seems unwilling to disperse clouds covering this ravaged land in wet blankets […]

It is a good day

It is the hottest day of the year, a modest breeze cools my skin as I sit under the shade of a fragrant juniper, high clouds filter the sun, a […]

Chipped paint

beside the chipped paint of this aged 
mansion a bird the 
size of...

One Morning

it is 5 a.m. the dark room is still the air is sweet with you

(Im)Purity

"Oh Lord, help me to be pure, but not yet." - Saint Augustine No, not yet, not today Today I want to take you in my arms and plant kisses of fire on your neck

So many walls

Every time I think I’ve smashed them all I find another fortress