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I dream

She’s prepared

To lose

Everything. 

As confident and promiscuous 

As I want to be

Deep down it would kill me

That’s not who I am

I wake up gripping

My chest 

In pain from some imagined

“Never going to happen”

I admire that we dream still

I am thankful you let me

Be real

Even though 

We are still young, love

Even when we go 

About our days 

Believing in the definition

That defines what it means

To be loved and give love

It’s a never-ending 

W...

I am selfish for myself.

Been having nightmares

When day dreams

Creep their way in 

Side of my mind 

Wanders and I start to lack sleep

A wave of insomnia 

Blankets over me

The comfort causes shivers

In cold sweat

That I can’t control

A fever drenched 

In kerosene 

While the fuse is tied 

Tight to my throat

Tugging out further and

Further until my head is out

The window 

And with the sunrise 

It sparks the fuse. 

I wake up 

Not knowing what time of...

They only want to sit with me

Whether in silence

Or in an embrace

But not in the physical

More so in a comfort

The way we sit 

In front of a fire

At our place 

During the middle of a cold

Where the roads 

Are warm enough for us

To venture forward 

Towards a new year

But in this moment

Together,

We would rather rest

Though not in a slumber

To recover our wounded bodies

After labor,

Since the rejuvenation is in the power

To overcome what it means t...

Passing the street lights 

Along the never ending road,

Each bulb begins to blur

With streams like milk that soils the window. 

The bass picks and bellows

At the strings in my chest,

It bumps and it swoons 

The thumping keeps me awake

While in the same state

I find myself dreaming at night. 

Whether this drive is moving me

In the right direction

Or it is showing me the doors 

That I pass on by,

I let it coast 

And hope the cruise 

Find me ash...

I think he is the luckiest to have her. 

I think she is just as lucky to have him. 

Or good fortune is measured 

In how many good memories

Are created,

And bounding one another 

By a prayer and in some ways,

Our good intentions and ability

To try. 

I think time eventually kills us all,

But I believe in my mother’s faith

And how her nurturing,

Or somehow her words

Like sacred and adorned

With gold, and a touch of heaven 

Reminds me

Of how I ha...

Take the things we value the most. Divide it as many times as we can, until we can imagine it down to a few change in our pockets. 

Though, the things we value cannot be monetized or objectified, it gives us a sense of tangibility. Maybe it is because we are afraid to let go of what makes us whole. Or maybe, it is all part of the conundrum of our false sense of hope, that keeps us imagining what we believe to keep us afloat.

Eve...

To trust is hard, especially when it is in your self.

Believing is even harder, when all the right pieces just seem to wouldn’t gel.

With so much passion to be great, and giving up is the easiest thing to do, every sense of pain, is much more bearable than failure.

Yet, we continue to try, and try again, to move forward.

Carrying a chip on our shoulders, maybe not for the reason that we can be greater than others, but for the fact...

I am hoping for a love

As if it an be conjured

By a pen.

Forgive my mistakes

For maybe my hands

Aren’t as steady as it seems.

Regardless, I find that

Threading the seams

Is more natural when

Your hand is guiding.

I stopped trying

To write an ending.

Instead, I hope to let you

Tell the story,

And I reflect it back

With you.  


I wish I can piece together my prophecy,

a fortune teller told my mother that there are

treasures of riches for me.

The blueprint is with her.

My father, the mechanic, pours the blood that keeps my engine tuned.

And with the time he offers,

at my coming of age I will be primed for adapting and prospering 

from the effort and weight I put on my shoulders.

The older I get, the more the pain aches

as the mileage on the treads of my feet...

If I can just pray for one thing,

I am looking for the abundance of wealth, and all that it brings.

I am fortunate that I was able to taste,

cunnilingus on mother earth with the sweet juices of success,

copy and paste that one-thousand times

until the blue print becomes a mess. 

Quickly as it progressed,

my ember crusted and formed coals,

packs of them forming knots in my soles

to the shoulders allowing gravity

the easiest job it has ev...

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