In this ballet of anesthetics
The bravery of your words
Interrogates my soul
Exacting – for sure
As braille to fingertips
Tracing paradoxes
Grammatically intoxicating – you
Tag: metaphors
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Half Dark
Half bright
This in between
Keeps me awake
As if all I ever wanted
Suddenly – was
No longer distant
Safe space to rest my head
A parenthesis made of rain
Irreducible amounts
In this immensity
Impossible
Becomes possible
Exquisitely
Like a rising sun
And it’s imperialcy
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Mathematics
Poetry speaks to me
In a language
Made of bells
It engulfs me
In hues of pink
Making shadows of myself
Thousands and thousands of times
In this totality
I find you
Over and over again
Because it is you
I want
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Strangers
There is familiarity
In your words
Much like a beating heart
Its synchronicities
Valves, through me
So graciously
These events
Over everything
Feels chronic
How do . . I
Reach out
Without these metaphors
Perhaps
You already know
And smiling
From a distance
Nodding to this energy
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March 14
I have been
A fire
A cornerstone
Inside your mind
Easier to cry
When you’re not around
Because, loving you
Requieres a soft space
On the opposite side of my bed
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rəˈzôlv
You asked
If I ever sleep
I – do
My mind circles
In – rəˈzôlv
This dazzling dark
And its allegories
Live above these lines
You watch me
And my insufficiencies
When it comes to love
And that is okay
Because without it
I would not be
Myself
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To my sons . .
When I struggle
With your absence
You call me
My stomach beats
A thousand marches
Aches to be so many miles away
If I had no sight
I could find you both
In the greatest of multitudes
This haptic perception
Reminds me
That light
Is sufficient
If you dare to see it
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Out’loud
You come to me
With hands
Made of rain
Annunciatively
Whispering my name
In this adverbial space
I become
Ever so nervous
Forever’ly
I swear
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Ode to us
We’re not alike
I am – paused
You – straight’shooter
Fracturing the curvature of my spine
If you’re going to love me
Love me – well
Victoring these days
That feel like nights
Resurrected
By one giant sky
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For me
Mirrors are like mouths
In this anarchy of metaphors
I thrive
If you’re reading this
Every ounce of truth
Lives from left to right
Like a vowel beehived in eternity
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Insoluble
Sometimes
Brightness
Feels
Disfigured
Shinning
So innocently
While I stand
In what feels like salt water
Sulfured, perhaps
Honed by your touch
Skeptical, by your embrace
Because in this clarity
I’ve figured out
You’re just wrong
For me
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SIN-tuh-lay-ting
The air feels golden
Immaculate matter
High enough
For birds to fly
Flickering flight
Minimal effort
With every rise
I have
Loved
You
Here
– Scintillating
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Fevered
One word at a time
Spoken in the dark
Points with wit
Incendiary like us
And in this night’gold
Love reveals in verse
Divided where sun is most
Exigently, my love
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Hemostasis
Doors between us
You tell me
Be careful with my head
These ambitious thoughts
Must hide them
Like contraband
In this reverent space
I greet you
Making myself
An immediate cautery
Instead of shaking your hand
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Day 18
Dry fasting
Is discipline
Day 3 to 7
Were diabolical
Cried a decade
Worth of tears
And with that
Sleep reached REM
Vivacious colors
Thankful for those milliseconds
The dead never looked so alive, rosy cheeked
With an exuberant amount of health
-Dad
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When we met
Your less•ness
Was more
Gazing at you
Felt elegant
Over mirrors
While you traced
Curvatures of my faith
Christ, hanging over us
More preciser than light
And yet, you took me
Through a straight line
Inviting flames to our bed
Sparks to invisible
For poetry to withstand
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Distance•r
I see • you
Bringing rain
To my hands
Like a plant • waits
To become • a tree
Who am • I
To • you
In this whole earth
Equating love
For leaves
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Thistle of a verb
You
Seek me
Like a myth
Your hands
Fallen stars
Made up of punctuations
Leaving me
Speechless
With no reason
To wait
In this
Inflectional morpheme
You call, love
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e·pit·o·mize
I am
Foolishly
Fragranced
By the way
You made me feel
Sir, you leaned
Bursting open
All my wounds
It must’ve been
Your wisdom
With women, like me
Mounted on brows of men, like you
Epitomizing, secrets over strength
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Cover of a poem . .
Familiarity
And wants
In this existence
Just, lives here
Digitally tucked
In a forever
In this valiancy
And under
An extremest sun
I squint
Seeking
God’s own words
Instead of my own
How wondrous of me
Desiring to be
No less than
A cover of a poem
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Entanglement
As much as I
Perceive the future
Its architecture
Comes to me
Most purest, splendid
Comparable to a womb
Shining down
From heaven
But in this present
I witness
And swear
Our brevity
Is a rigorous rhodium
Uttering love
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Tauromachy
God made you
Out of a clay
One granule
After another
Exquisite
Reversed
Intelligence
It is possible
We loved
While strolling
Upside down
Indeed, we have
I have observed you
Light suited saluting
A formidable crest
Please, hush now
Here comes silence
In this bright applause
-Man
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When I can’t sleep . .
I think of color
Conte technique
Over this pillow
I shade pebbles
Greater than your hands
Scattering through debris of seeds
In a place with so few trees
Hearing your echo intertwined with mine
What is ‘this’ passion
If you can’t meet me halfway
Sometimes
You feel like a void
That I follow
Without following you
A portraiture
The tonality
Of a single text
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Instant
You make my flame slow
It’s not what I give that smokes
To draw what we both can’t kill
In this mackerel atmosphere
I love you
Down tidily
Waist deep
Men like you
More absolute
A general liberty to sting
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For: Dad
When I cannot believe
You bring
A pair of knees
To my prayers
One clanking bell
Sounds of certainty
Missing you –
Is like a transverse ache
Dull, penetrating my right side
Fiercely, loving you
Twelve years was apparently enough
For others to never mention your name
Find me in my dreams
So I don’t forget the angles of your face
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Hero
The fire you create
Keeps me up at night
Suspended, perhaps
In this tonality
My soul, alone
Fears reciprocity
I am a – faithfullest
We can’t be friends
Intimacy too lit
Feels like an infidel
In this physiology
I am no longer
The protagonist
It’s you, your heart
It’s pulsing valves
Such regurgitation
For a man, like you
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My mind. .
Dilutes memories
Like light, steadfast
And sufficient
When I dare to see
I ache in a dwelling
That’s too proud
For love . .
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What about us
Lustful is unlikely
Traces of your skin
Lingers my hands
We have flown
In this structural paradise
Seeking light
Out of storms
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Glass
you, in the flesh
(i) – in glass
too much exactitude
for my soul to hide
that you’ve lived
– in my ribs
on your own terms
silently wanting me
while (i) felt nothing
But – no’s
you, in the flesh
i – no longer in glass
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Tell me
If time is love
How many corners
In a heart
That is burning
In entanglement
Too deep
Too loyal
To ever be
Afraid
Of you
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With You . .
I am
Unsure
Of what I feel
You taught me
Strength
The
Unimaginable
Kind
Circumstance
Brings me here
A place where I can
Hang my words
And, my unraveling
Thoughts of you . .
Jan 26, 2026
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Impetuous
A subtle lullaby
Bronzed
As the earth rotates
Such wonder
Touching a vain
Girl’s heart. . .
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Shades of Purgatory
I once knew
How light was spent
Its trickling effects
As faith pointed
With a golden rod
My own despair
Sat in a womb of fear
Aware it was not science
My conscious inadvertently
Reversed millions of words
Narrowing it down to one
-God
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Quiet Resentment
Heavy lines
Mounted over me
These purple nights
Drowning super stars
Forgetting what it is to write
Phosphorus dynamite
Encircles and intertwines
Muting one decade at a time
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Just hold . .
Stone COLD
Hold ON
You’re still STRONG
NERVE pain loneliness
I haven’t LEARNED anything
EXCEPT for the LINES across your FACE
MORE human, than YESTERDAY
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Daylight
Knocking darkness
Out of nights
Even in these shadows
Truthfully speaking
I prefer daylight
The hardest
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Next Train . .
I am adapting
Cowardly, but adapting
This is distinction
Between surviving
And existence
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Poetry
My mercy
A need to substitute
My mouth, for a dream
Different homes
Pincushions for doorknobs
Damnit I love you
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‘Brightness Of My Dark’
One must be blind
Stripping God of its own light
Things none of us could be
The profound luster in lines
It’s happening to me
A wound, too echo’d to reveal
That love is not found in days
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To be broken . .
Fight for insight
God’s copyright
In this interior of light
My signature becomes
A wrath that requires no reason
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Almost . .
Forgot
How still
Your mind is
This is not
A compliment
It’s rhetoric,
It chokes
The good parts of me
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Night’Comes
Covers us in blue
In the instant
Of this instant
Memory invents
Another present
A circular courtyard
With superstitious
Flashes of light
Intended to cover
Every crack in our horizon
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Mimic
The eternities of a second
My whole life to solve
Pitiless searches for a body
To grow old with
Nameless sensations
Such a cruel thing
To miss the dead
With this immeasurable clarity
Like gravid drops of hope
Spinning over itself
Tirelessly, till we learn
How to love, again . .
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Untimely
The furthest of reaches
Sex seal serpentines
These syllogisms
Transform me
Inside is outside
It is everywhere
And nowhere
Invented
Devoured
– Man
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Nobody Knows
We live in identical rooms
We blankly wake, we greet
From one balcony to another
Successively for a hundred years
Between now and tomorrow
We will spend the rest of our days
Growing gardens out of angry stars
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His Heart
Immune to mine
Interiors of gray matter
Granular minerals
Sleepy-colors
Obsolete to some
– Love
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Untitled
Love clamps itself
Leaving small gaps
With just enough spaces
Allowing you to taste
Your very own tongue
Arrows & Metaphors 
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