some kind of angel

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angel, antiquity, love, poetry, transcend, warrior

I still think you are
some kind of angel
one of those warrior types
like in antiquity
with metallic armour
hanging over your shoulders
while I gawk in awe

I grabbed onto your shoulders
but couldnt hold on
because I’m mortal.
so into the sky
I soared in some kind of trance
over the patchwork hills
looking for more shiny things…

is this why they call it falling in love?
because i fell in love
as you flew away

needs

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csn, dark star, groove, love, need, poetry

and another thing…
I need you.
so STFU.

dope

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Addiction, poetry, word play

I’m addicted
to things,
people, places…
whatever noun
it may be…
or a verb, perhaps…
and nowadays,
why not a pronoun?
or an adjective…
whatever it is…
I’m addicted
to it
if
it
sets
my
passions
on
fire

wake up

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fire, love, mystic, pathway, plasticity, poetry, transformation

it’s been awhile since I could
even let myself go there.
or here.

stop thinking.
stop looking.
stop feeling.

new pathways
override
the old.

but I’m drawn to nostalgia…

and there’s something about
the old paths…
like those low hanging branches
that create a mystic ambiance…

it evokes
it ignites
and wakes me the fuck up.

***remembering***

what we are made of

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balloons, love, passion, poem, valentine

wishing you a happy Valentine’s day
the cuddly kind where
someone you love
gets to curl up
against you like a little kitty
purring

the surprising kind, too
where your room’s filled
with helium balloons
that you pop
one by one
and you’re showered
with flower petals

and mostly, the magical kind
where your soul
gets to connect
in bodily form
thru any of your senses
chocolates, wine, cheese,
passionate touches

because this is what we’re made of

what is love like

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gratitude, love, poetry

he asked,
“but what is love like?”

and she answered:
“it’s inescapable…
when you fall so hard
that you have no choice
but to look upward
and watch the sky opening
while you sing with gratitude.

that’s what it’s like”

feelz

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confusion, poetry, suppression, whuuut

you people with all this..
…
self control…

….
I hate you.

sum it up

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Addiction, case study, daydream, fantasy, love, objectivity, poetry, psychology, sam hunt

sometimes, when I’m feeling really objective and analytical,
I can see what a text book,
case study
my own narrative is.
and it helps me
to rise above it all.
sometimes.

but sometimes,
some other times,
I just want to drown it all out
and get lost in a
Sam hunt song
and a daydream of you.

that about sums it up.

one bite of you

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birthday cake, candle, fire, flame, mixtape, poem, poetry, want

and i’m sitting here twirling my hair
listening to this mixtape
and i picture you
at my door
with a candle
not a big one
a little one
a little candle
cause you’re big enough to use a little candle
you know you don’t need the candle
but you use it.
you light it.
you hold it.
and it makes your eyes glisten.
and it makes our breath noticeable
as the flame flickers.

and it is so enticing
you kill me
you kill me every time.
every fucking time

and i hate you.

but that candle…
like the kind you put on a birthday cake
with those swirls and stripes?
cause that’s how you are
you’re like a fucking birthday cake candle
that holds all the wishes
and i melt you with my breath…
it feeds the fire…

but
every time i go to blow out the candles,
it’s suddenly like i’m trying to send a boat out to sail
on this wave that i don’t know what to do with.
i don’t know what to do with it.
i can’t put it out.
i just keep breathing and i just wonder…
what happens to these wishes that are illusory?

and so, like most birthday cakes,
i dip my finger into the icing and only take a little sample…
and then i easily, yet kinda slowly,
stroke my fork into and through the chocolate cake portion
and i open my mouth, and i inhale…
i don’t inhale the cake like food addicts do
but, i inhale because i need some breath support to handle this-
tasting this one bite.
this one bite of you.

give me your butterscotch

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butterscotch, desire, fallingstars, heaven, poetry, surrender, wildthing

i was walking along
i was singing my song
i was out for a date
i was already late
he was up on a hill
sorta icy and chill
and i knew there was no goodbye

he was up in my face
so i gave him my lace
and he pulled out a box
it held 3 butterscotch
then he asked me to dance
and i jumped at the chance
and i knew there was no goodbye

i gave him a golden key
he gave me a golden moon

i gave him a golden tree
he gave me a golden truth

i gave him my silver cage
he gave me a crumbled page
that was engraved
with a map to heaven

there’s falling stars
and the wild things where you are