YesterdaysDo you miss your yesterdays? Or have you so little care That you’d rather just throw them away? Do you still think that it’s possible to tell What the weather will be like From the morning sky? Or have you closed your blinds? Do you still make polar bears, Instead of snowmen? Or have you found better ways to occupy your time? Do you believe in miracles? Or have you forgotten that dayYesterdays
That lady with the dog saved your life? Do you still have compassion For the worms and snails? Or have you forgotten band-aids? Do you miss drawing and writ
The Phsychiatrist and Mr Smith“So, Mr. Smith, what seems to be troubling you?” asked the professional looking psychiatrist. He sat comfortably behind his large oak desk, framed by a large window that took up nearly the entire wall. The light outside was slowly fading and soft splatters of the sun curled across the carpet. The man that sat before him, who was his last patient of the day, was a curious picture. He wore a suit and tie, expensive looking too, but it was rumpled and creased as if it had gone through an especially twisted time. Otherwise he looked like a perfectly normal middle-aged man who had just fallen asleep in his work clothes. Too bad things weThe Phsychiatrist and Mr Smith
An Attempt..Because there’s beauty when we argue. And lovely rain storms when we spend ten, Hours apart. With a mountain that hovers, On the horizon to undo, These knots into thin threads again. But there we will stand like beggars, kin...An Attempt..
Walking Backwards On WavesThere’s always a story behind the hidden looks The almost happenings of two That live in separate tortoise shells Those unsaid feelings existing in limbo Left to melt into hour glass sands And haunting dreams Until nights when boats have sailed Off the shores of chance Yet wait just past the breaking waves Because differences of desire Have pulled the tides inside out So the floating ships wait unmoving For mornings spent by waterfalls Water pushing past gravity Where two beings become one Interlacing short words for long silences Of unspokenWalking Backwards On Waves
it is not enoughit is not enough just to miss you. i have to learn how to walk again; how to live without meat and kissing, how to sleep shaped like a balled up fist. it is not enough just to miss you. i have to adopt twins init is not enough
Africa, name them Lost and Weird, forget to feed them. i have to go to every pet store in America and rescue all the seahorses. i have to tattoo D A R K B I R D
inside my lip and stand in children's playgrounds like a broken arm, creaking. it is not enough just to miss you. it has to hurt. i have to write poem
horror
dreams
Unhappy
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Everything works out in the end. If it's not okay, then it's not the end.
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Shadowwolf
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I've taken a ship,
to beyond the world of the living bored,
and while standing at the front of the boat,
wind whipping through my hair,
contrasted with sea spray,
I believe I saw some merfolk.
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Everything works out in the end. If it's not okay, then it's not the end.
love your gallery.
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I've taken a ship,
to beyond the world of the living bored,
and while standing at the front of the boat,
wind whipping through my hair,
contrasted with sea spray,
I believe I saw some merfolk.
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eat coco cereal every day!
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Ambre Imoene
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"As an artist, English is my second language."
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