People have come and taken volumes from my shelves and never returned them. I still hold the empty spaces within me.
e.v.e.
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"If a poem hasn't ripped apart your soul; you haven't experienced poetry."
- Edgar Allan Poe.
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“but when i think of you, i want to be alone together. i want to strive against and for. i want to live in contact. i want to be a context for you, and you for me.
i love you, and i love you, and i want to find out what that means together.”
— amal el-mohtar
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as the embers begin to dance skyward so too does my soul:
in the moments of desperation the fever of summer is seen;
witness the elliptical orbit of the celestial bodies emanating.
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Indiscretion
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I don't believe I was created
To be a bad person.
My soul was forced into this reality,
Burnt by what they called love,
Ripped apart by what you referred to
As family.
To manage the blaze,
I found a flower within the smoke.
A brief reprieve from a world on fire.
You'll have to excuse my sickness;
The way I cough up blood beside you.
To destroy another in the name of
Your own happiness?
I curl beside the flower,
My breathing labored.
It shivers in the destruction.
I don't believe I was created to be
A bad person.
But I don't know if a good person
Would long for the flower,
Rather than fall to the flames.
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Ernest Hemingway said, “There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.” Sometimes, a writer doesn’t just bleed, they haemorrhage.
A piece I wrote in 2017 that I redid.
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I do not desire mediocre love,
I want to drown in someone.
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