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Metallic Hues

We hide our wings

Us little things

Like you my angel dear

We roll up tighter

Than a ball

We’re never really here

We creep, we crawl

In metallic hues

And soar across the sky

We dig and burrow

To raise our young

We’re as cute as we are shy

No matter how

We come across

Just treat us with gentle care

On your shirt by your heart

On a finger tip

We have a lot of love to share

- Almost Scott, 2025

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The night sky feels saturated. By fear, by absence, by loss.

- Almost Scott, 2025

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“As the cuts and bruises get shallow, I shall endure my final dark swan song”

- Almost Scott, 2025

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As the cuts and bruises get shallow, I shall endure my final dark swan song

- Almost Scott, 2025

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I’m Ashes

I wish you said it straight up like Lola.

No secrets,

No lies,

No limitations.

Never second guessing every half-assed look in your eyes

Just love

Lust

And honesty

Then my world would not fall apart, from all the burns you left me.

But for now

I guess

I’m ashes

- Almost Scott, 2025

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All of Her Here

With a mouth full

Of silence

It feels

Harder to breathe

And a heart

Cut in half

Makes me clench up

My teeth

The darkness

Is choking me

Into

the night

Not seeing the

Shadows

That cut wrong from

The right

And yet in

Dark

From the slits in my

Carved up skin

I can feel all

The lovers

I let go

From within

It is still

Right now

As I shed

My tear

Wishing part of me

Was there

Or all of her

Here

- Almost Scott, 2025

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How old are you?

Can’t you tell by my Avatar?

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N.E.O.N.

I’ll bend it in neon

So it’s plain for you to to see

First L, then an O,

Then a fucking V and an E

I’ll mount in on the building

Across from yours

From pavement to roof

When it rains, it pours

The neon will burn red

Pulsating with lust

Like a slow paced hammer

Like a velvet thrust

Now tell me you missed it

Or just tell me I’m wrong

But spare my the tunes

Of that same old song

For weather it holds

Or burns to the ground

At least right now

It’s both safe and sound

- Almost Scott, 2025

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All I ever asked

- Almost Scott, 2025

Renaissance painting made by ai interpreting my poem “All I ever asked”

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Sometimes the window is so small, that we never see the beauty of the sun going down

- Almost Scott,2025

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You say ‘Imagine loosing me’.

I say ‘Imagine never having you in the first place’

- Almost Scott 2020

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Bruises

- Almost Scott

Renaissance painting made by ai interpreting my poem “Bruises”

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Nothing like setting the imagination on fire with you

- Almost Scott, 2025

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I traced your name, with my finger, across the windshield of a dusty old car. And added "I wish you were this dirty"

- Almost Scott, 2025

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Those traveling hues

As the colors would change First from reds then to blues The stars would align In those traveling hues

And right there she sat As nude as can be Legs crossed in front With her chin on her knee

Below her straight bangs Her eyes saddened for a while But as she gazed to the side Her socks seemed to smile

In that second it was obvious Though slightly less than subtle As blues turned to greens I moved in for a cuddle

- Almost Scott, 2025

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Art Blakey

She rests her jazzed up head for a while In my lap, and I stroke her hair Gently, like high tide kissing the shore Feeling high by the flowery air

She looks like a sixties actress in style Slim skirt, and joan-harris-like top Peach-colored like her lips, pouting so well Placing my squishy-soft heart on all stop

As the piano climbs onward my fingers begin To dance, on her slightly bared back Seeking tan-lines to travel before they fade Forward till there is no turning back

- Almost Scott, 2018

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Bruises

Show me your bruises Now where does it hurt Unbutton that white colored soft cotton shirt

Is it here by the heart Where the beat's getting weak When I listen and trace As my fingers they seek

I can't find it for sure But I know it is there I can see in your eyes That you're gasping for air

Come lay by my side In a cuddling embrace And lets face all your troubles In our own private space

- Almost Scott, 2025