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On nature's sincerity

I wish I could But I spoke nonsense I wrote it rather To speak it back to you.
The trees spoke quietly I looked from above and smiled The sun tucked away and I hoped It would spill its secrets.
The picture was rightfully painted Had I blinked, I would have missed it. Do not use sincerity It is not becoming of usage.
Learn to become And you will see the world As it was born It will smile once more. x
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On addiction.

She was right. I could hardly sleep at night For every waking moment I was distracted by the beats.
Scrolling through history Passing each Kodak moment I had purposefully silenced my own The grid was feeding my veins.
An addict at best, I saw the ticker go down A minor twitch Branded jeans.
I landed. The writing finished. The grid connected. My addiction blinded me once more.
Note: Going through my phone and posting the pieces I wrote over this summer, posting a lot today given my prior frequency haha.

a second time.

i didn't know you up close
and yet your smile being gone
shattered me to pieces

no blood, and yet we were.
i couldn't help but think of the irony
it felt undeserved and disrespectful

and yet it brought me comfort
knowing that your joy
would have wanted the smiles

i do not wish to be disingenuous
i am not one to say many things
but with every laugh

with every laugh i'll stop
i'll think and i'll add a little more joy
a second laugh, a second smile

i'll think of what the world is now missing
with no intent to fill the gap
but with every intent to remember

to remember that life is precious
life is gentle
and life will go

may you rest in peace.

left it as a draft, came back, its ready.

Indemnify the asinine.
Take it back.
Make a profit.
It's just pocket change.

Don't wish, keep quiet,
and make it happen.
For preemptive boasting
Is definite fragility.

Don't let them shatter
your hidden incompetence.
Lay it on the table.
Serve it cold.

Realize that honesty
poisons the fearful.
Understand that truth
will tear down that wall.

Detail with actions
Step over those who detail
For substance is rare
But taking down the producer
That's the norm in this hell.



thank you

i never really knew what i'd feel
going through the words of an angel
my eyes cried into my heart
i struggled to breathe
i'll never be the same
so thank you
for her words 
you pointed me that way once then twice then again
and when i finally got around
to clicking ship
i broke down in her style
i must say
she broke me open
and then kept tearing me apart to remind me
that what is outside
blinds our eyes
so we can see with our heart it's crystal clear now

"I'm not the whisky you want, I'm the water you need." - Rupi Kaur

The light came through,
Your peaceful smile, in truth.
The surreal was still at bay
But I did not know what my words would convey.

I heard the silence pedal,
I spent the days winning medals
Hoping to protect my heart
By covering it with metal.

I'm trying to explain these walls,
The shields and simple fears,
I hope they don't reflect you away,
But I do not know if you can stay.

I buried myself deep within
Behind this thick armor
My wounds had frozen
As I lay there, I burned the roses.

A little heat was a sweet reminder
Of my burnt past
The loving pleasure and pain
I ran from what would always remain.

So when I glanced at you in disbelief,
It was hard to mutter past my walls,
But you saw past them with your own,
By admitting what I had never known.

The vulnerabilities we touch
Let us know we are loved
They acknowledge our shame
And let us play our game

With a silly smile, I finally got the courage
I finally had the nerve,
To yell past my walls with a whisper,
And ask myself the…

Learning to float

First my apologies.
Perhaps I gave y'all the idea that
it was all spit without the gears
We aint about that shit

Words can leave you salivating
But sweat builds the fucking mountains
So don't ever forget that in a heartbeat
I could carry your dreams and forget I even did

You're swimming in it, but you can't even float
The irony of words is that they hold the strength of plans
Without the gunshot
You'll never be grand.

We can all aim high but precision does the talking
It's all too simple these days
With the chatter and spread of information
We're suddenly heroes and activists

But we haven't even blinked, the AC,
It's still running. It's near silence
but its not. The inaction,
It's deafening.

Heck I've gone mute,
I can't even rhyme shit
that could emphasize the prolonged
dream of a typeface, the letters were blank.

It was always that way,
It was always silent because at some point
We stop pinching ourselves and assume
that it was deserved…