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We whispered through our tin cans agreeing to meet at the corner of scared and anxious street. I was traveling filled with bitter blood, being rotten. Knowing full well what would go down that weekend in the inner city, her city of subway hands and pick pockets who were noticing my way back home, country habits. I wasn't from around that area, i walked like fire was licking the back of my heels. When i met up with her i studied her face, and took mental pictures trying to guess how she might ...

My essence inside was outly turned with every inch of my self implored. To sink my fingers in like sand near the rosebud corners Of her door , where new lives open Innocent and pure knowing neither boy nor girl. I held my breath so as not to expel what shaken words from hearts would tell. She is all beauty and exquisite and attracts me like a bee to fragrant petals, that I rush to buzz and visit. How she makes the noise of angels that vibrate through my ear, the way you may hear the ocean Ins...

There are no accidents in sunsets the colors are what they're supposed to be I'm sitting here waiting for words to shoot up at me, with my laptop and my coffee. I only feel like I should be somewhere when theres no place for me to be, but during my headdreams, and idleness I fight shy of anything that needs altering. Until time creeps up on my days like subtle lightening, scareing me shit less, making me crumple all my papers with last second screams that bellow "This is crap and I can't wri...

Perhaps I'm trying too hard perhaps i shouldn't think at all. Perhaps the spaces where i change are more like chambers and not a cages where swinging me sits behind locked doors with a nagging annoyance like a cavity in my jaw. Because all of me just waits to be open to get words out again something written and lesser spoken. It's true sometimes i am diverted I do I get discouraged. Hearing other birds, words singing, humming hitting higher notes claiming much better than what i last wrote, b...

Progress what is it? when your looking out the window a little girl bunkered down in Apt number one feeling not far from cozy common streets so simple. But you get tired like everyone else and you start fingering at the wrinkles. You start to look at your apartment door and wonder if it's ajar for you ? Like something old is dying dying and something new is dialing dialing trying to make a phone call to you. Trying to say " i have something new" But what would the ringing really do ? There is...