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of those who wait

Glow in the dark stars won’t forget to shine down on those who wait until morning to look up— even when separated by light years of...

shapes of blue

I will envy the birds upon whose wings the crimson rays of a lying sun fall, a wine that courses through the lungs of things pulses now...

flowers bloom

when gray clouds like a virus spreading through my body find their place across the ever moving sky, I breathe in and out again— and when...

we are, all of us, looking

to call some place home and find a space in which our portraits can paint the walls and we can be looked upon as worthy—even if the haven...

over again

Nature falls in love with herself and over again for she understands that death is just a word that means for now we are separated by...

you spend your life

You spend your life dreaming awake only when sleeping, dead to those who cannot hear your throbbing heart resounding clear. So you run...

virginia woolf

I wonder if she struggled in that moment between fully deprived of breath and death. And I wonder if she wished the rocks tied to her...

touch the sun

we weren’t there when it started we won’t know how it all ends, but these stories in the middle are the books that we lend from the...

in droplets

I’ve found ribbons of lilac strewn about shadowed wheat, in an attempt to protect the lingering innocence I still cannot release. You...

countless stars

And I still taste the golden wisps of stardust, dancing across the midnight blue as tangs of home squeezed grapefruit juice in the middle...

luminosity

In the universe We classify high-mass stars as there are great and massive stars. anything larger than 3M. Our own sun is a star, The...

in three days

The lavender sleeping in her hands will wilt in three days, daddy says. And maybe by that time she will wake up and we can go back to her...

he was a tree

he was a tree. his mind was an insipid ocean of subtle waves. his thoughts were always, his heart was never. duplicitous as the day. weak...

hands

Some like climbing mountains, while others part the sea. They swim past foam-capped waves or sail the ocean breeze. Grasping bicycle...

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