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Another job interview tomorrow!

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New post

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Body and brain do not stop,

they do not pause for a moment

because the tangled ways

continue their journey.

Blank and bright –

we fold our arms.

Body and brain do not return

to their lies of good faked feelings.

Body and brain do not stop –

we linger on with pain

and in the corner of day to day

we rush by, slow down;

find hushed crying in the footnotes.

Body and brain do not stop,

because even on the sweet days

we seek out a longing –

detached from contentment

because what good would it bring

to leave a good subject and just be empty?

Finished April 22nd 2025

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I’m looking for joy,

in every chapter and in every corner.

Hoping to meet just you,

the fragment,

someone with light in their eyes.

I’m looking for joy

in both of your lonely perhaps.

The yearnings are making their way

to these bits and pieces.

I’m eavesdropping on sad

because happy is set in stone.

I’m looking for joy,

someone made of nothing but light

but someone made of longing

written between the lines.

Finished April 22nd 2025

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New insta post

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I posted my cover to Instagram

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One of my favorite songs atm. Been a fan of The Japanese House since 2015 and I will never leave. This is also like one of my favorite albums.

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I stare but I stare sadly.

I am loud tonight.

At least on the inside.

This dull ache –

a broken record to define.

It consumes me.

So I yearn towards

something about the moon.

It drives me to the core

and my eyes feel their way

through a faceless crowd.

Finished March 27th 2025

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I am tangled up in your memories tonight.

It’s a bittersweet time sitting alone on the thought.

Not knowing what breaks into the next yearning.

A lonely no one knows how to cure.

I wish you could see I’m tangled up,

tangled up, up in you right now.

That goodbye like a tattoo on my mind.

I wish you could see I’m tangled up

tangled up, up in you right now.

These are the afterthoughts washing over me.

It’s a bittersweet time sitting alone with the ghost of you.

Not knowing what breaks into the next awful time.

I’m a lonely no one knows how to cure.

I wish you could see I’m tangled up,

tangled up, up in you right now.

That goodbye like a tattoo on my mind.

I wish you could see I’m tangled up

tangled up, up in you right now.

A simple smile from you,

I’d be back on you.

Back on you.

But I have to get back to me,

back to me

only.

I wish you could see I’m tangled up,

tangled up, up in you right now.

That goodbye like a tattoo on my mind.

I wish you could see I’m tangled up

tangled up, up in you right now.

Always tangled up in you.

Finished March 27th 2025

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New cover up!

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Wet. They sure give me life.

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Tender thoughts.

You go through my mind

and out – never anywhere.

Tender thoughts,

you rip at the seams.

It’s not what I want

but I go with it every time.

Tender thoughts –

you woke me up!

And I wish you to be more

than what you are.

I want you like a swirl

and to make more sense

than any earthly reason.

I want you a watercolor painting,

a memory larger

than anyone else’s brain.

I want to be special,

tender thoughts.

Living a life large,

living life mostly in thunder.

Tell me, tender thoughts,

do you run a tornado chapter

round my brain?

Only to come back?

Do you come out somewhere else

and if you do, do you come out

differently there?

Finished March 20th 2025

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I confess to you,

I sit here with the old dumb yearning

of the aching soul.

That one, always a friend and an enemy.

It’s always a treacherous game

to not escape to the clouds.

I confess to you,

I sit here, not broken but

high on freedom

and sick with loneliness.

I guess I continue

the journey of being a dreamer

when burning in crooked horizons;

we only ever find something

so gentle about spinning away.

My heart still lands in confused gray

but I burn gently on!

This is a new hope –

it aches for me, this hope once again.

So with the house empty

and doors locked all over –

I am still but full of yearning.

I invite you to come dream with me!

2022 revisit. Finished March 20th 2025

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I spoke my half in the sun,

told myself to keep it to myself!

I know it’s nothing

but it’s something to the broad daylight.

I leave these little pieces in halves

so you can see how I keep them.

I keep them sweet; I keep them like nothings.

Not yours and never sour, never light.

But, we are about to leave them now,

see them here… floating away with the sun rays.

Finished March 15th 2025

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Quickly, slowly

it comes back into an ‘always’,

but I cannot place it

into a one.

It’s always quickly, slowly,

the world runs-

I cannot place this as

something that could go on.

So a would have, must have

shown you down.

So quickly, slowly

it will last for a few says.

They’re keeping up

until we’re the false ways.

Quickly, slowly,

happenings after happenings

still you remain the same.

Quickly, slowly,

you get what you get

in the last never of the game.

Finished March 15th 2025

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