i ask you to do me one little thing

look me right in the eyes

i see your gaze drift away just a tiny little bit

i am going to do something that will lead to a frankly enormous amount of guilt later down the line

thats then

if it were an actual viable option

i would travel to the american southwest

i would take in my surroundings

i would scream out the names of each individual vulture in the surrounding area

they would bring me fresh nectar and grapes

if it were a genuinely possible route to take

i would forget human speech 

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Melody:

Whispers of heartbreak echo in the dark

Lonely melodies, bring a light kind of spark 

This aria seems like a song

I’ve heard somewhere before

The memory’s a blur

Can’t see it anymore

But it’s something I know

From ages ago

And all these nights I’ve spent

Hearing a song from the past

I wish I could prevent

These whispers of my grief and cries

That bring those tears to my eyes 

But these notes each 

As hard as I try

The memory’s just out of reach

And in the end

When I hold out my hand

It turns to mist in my fingers

This is like deja vu

These feelings feel so new

But bring back so much 

The sorrow and the pain

Holding me down like a chain
From just a simple melody

I really need a remedy

For something as serious

As this 

trying my hand at poetry. honestly, mixed results

poem for Jean-Michel Baquista

at the corner of the street that is packed with cars
here is a guy who can offer you one single answer 

samo,

samo

he is a healthier alternative
to pushing pieces of silver in a slot 
he is a healthier alternative
rest assured, he will still make you rot.

samo says kind kind words to me
he phrases things beautifully
things said not to inspire me
but to push me toward complacency

samo,

samo 

Glass Marbles 

Glass marbles clatter

Against the floor; a

Once precious item of

Childhood; a thing that

Now seems so long

Ago; a sense of nostalgia

Washes over you; embraces

You, bittersweet like

The chocolate always stored

On the shelf, steadfast and

Ready; All of it fades away

Into music 

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Attempted to write a poem while listening to a song (Alewife by Clairo from the album Peri suggested in the music club) and writing whatever came to me 

Ok, so I have a bunch of poems stored up from the past month; I'm still figuring out how I'm going to post them.

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Black and Blue

Stream down your cheeks

Streaks of ink and coal

Slipping down, dyeing your skin

Even darker, like the night

Your eyes shine red as the stars 

Hot and hurt

Like rain splattering on asphalt

BItter black and blue

Staining tatoos from the other side

The scent of petrichor permeating

The thin veil of awareness

On which we lay.

It's like the tears can wash over the world

And carry away

All your sadness and pain.

I really wish it could. 

As for rain,

Gentle and timid,

I can claim to understand;

But what of snow?

For all the dainty innocence it represents

Is it not too biting and sharp?

Does it not harold death and destruction,

Pretending to be something other than

Mere water, spiked and fractal-woven? 

But then again, snow is not always vicious.

It can be light and puffy and gentle too.

If can waft down like pale leaves

Broken edges a testament

To being scorned and frozen as demure rain.

Perhaps snow, too, is simply misunderstood.

It has it's place.

It is always waiting for the moment to strike.