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Home Is Where You Fall Forever

when you fall in love you fall forever you fall in the breath of his whispers that sings like the cool breeze caressing the dews on the blades of grass on a warm summer morning

you fall in the empty spaces of his fingers that has plowed the earth sowing apple seeds that grow into fruits awaiting your soft bite

you fall forever until the wings of your heart learn to fly and carry you into the…

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WHERE DO BROKEN HEARTS GO

New poem up on blog! "WHERE DO BROKEN HEARTS GO" Go check it out!

where do broken hearts go

to poems lost: unsaid, unread

and unwritten

to lines that have never bled ink:

harsh, dry and honest

to dead metaphors without heaven:

grieving, desperate and harrowed

  this, right now, is you

with my little heart in the cup  of my hands

— raw and beating

and my eyes praying to yours

while i hold my breath and wait

for your fingers to clasp my heart

with your hands and…

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When People Tell Me I'm A Star

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i am a constellation of nothing

  every fiber of my mass

is an unempty space in empty space

made up of matter that does not matter

  my skin is a spool of gossamer

spun from the divine negligence

of gods who torture men and call it love

and men who torture men

and call themselves gods

  i am a heap of dust in the shape of man

  every grain of my flesh

is a plaything for the mischievous…

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MY MOTHER WAS A MILLENNIAL

My mother was a millennial; that much is true. She wasn’t born in the 90’s – the time where every kid in every block had Barbie dolls and Hot Wheels to play with in the sunny afternoons of May. She was born years before that – where “play” meant getting your feet muddy under the rain or rolling bicycle tires with a wooden stick on the dirt. She was born years before people started having a word to…

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#A TRUE SUPERHERO

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You are not a reflection of the people who can’t love you.

Caitlyn Siehl (via quotemadness)

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Too often, the only escape is sleep.

Charles Bukowski (via quotemadness)

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SAUDI

New poem's up! Hope you guys enjoy this one!

my mother

never showed me

the wounds

and scars

and broken bones

  she got

from foreign sands

waking up to a husband

she calls Sir

and a wife

she has to tail

everyday

  and then going to sleep

at five in the morning

after she has kissed

good night

three children

she did not

give birth to

  but she was

bleeding

wounded

and I saw

bits and pieces

of her pain

inside

the ATM Machine

  a few hundred…

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“they fire against the people

which is to say,

against poetry,

but my brother

the poet

was in love

or was suffering

because all his emotion

is for the sea,

he loves remote ports

for their names,

and he writes about oceans

he doesn’t know”

– Pablo Neruda, from The Poetry of Pablo Neruda; “The Invisible Man,”

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A word and everything is saved. A word and all is lost.

André Breton (via wordsnquotes)

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“I considered suicide, but I felt a strange fondness for my body, my life. Scarred as they were, they were mine.” - Charles Bukowski

via @quotemadness

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PAN'S

PAN’S

the grass is always greener on the cemetery

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M A T E R

New poem up on the blog!

priestesses with

gods and goddesses

churning inside them

  every stretch mark

a prayer

every backache

a penance

every pickle bottle

lamb’s blood

to the altar

  they pray and

pray and pray

until they forget

they too are

divine

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“We desire something because we believe it to be good, rather than we believe a thing to be good because we desire it.” - Plato, Meno via

via @philosophybits