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Reverie, by Flowers On The Fence

a new song, “reverie” off my new album “tepid dreams” is out now

stream it above, download it for free, share with your friends

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Hello hope you're well miss you. If you know who this is send me a sign.

who r u

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TEPID DREAMS

Help Flowers On The Fence in our Indie Go Go campaign! Check the link below: https://www.indiegogo.com/projects/help-flowers-on-the-fence-release-a-new-album#/

over the last two years i’ve been writing lots of new songs and finally, an album is ready to be released. i’ve started an Indie Go Go campaign to raise funds to produce physical copies of the CD, cassettes, t-shirts, buttons... and lots of other cool options. peep the video we made for the campaign and head to the link in the video description to check out how you can contribute.

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sometimes

   when i wake

i feel 

the pain of truth

in knowing      of certainty

            all things are fleeting

   nothing is real

      what a cheap thing to believe

oh, heart

         never wake again

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i sip chaos, watching bystanders “love” each other. arms to the sky, induced in pseudo longing. i sip mindlessly and feel the burn of it all. i think, “how naive are those roaming around me?” they don’t know love, not the truest form that these bodies are able. they lack while never experiencing the lack of. not once deprived of utter depth, the paradox they walk as, to think and not be. if only they knew the feeling through my eyes as i watch them; true longing, the lack of. give the overflow, close the void. i ask the Lord to drown in her. for now, forever now.

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prodigal prayer

God, oh Father, i hear and i’ve heard of faithfulness that bleeds from you into my veins. oh Father, i cannot see why you placed words in my mind countless times to only bind my lips as useless. what can i say if you do not let me speak? how do i breathe if you let me sink? how shall i love you, when i scarcely love me? my Father, when will i see? if i was him, if i came back as that son would you stand at your door? would you? feet planted, arms wide, sins aside, embrace me, your son and say, “my beloved, you are loved, this day and tomorrow, upon the sun’s demise and forevermore.” -cjt

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it made sense that the rain blew in the wind today; i've started shaking like your teeth in this unexplainable cold. in all the songs that were too loud for you i somehow found you there, distant but smiling, like the sun in the San Francisco summer. the sun won't shine this summer, not until i find it and keep it for myself. sounds of gun shots ring in the air and i wonder if it's killing anything like this morning killed me. i'll keep the days ahead and try to learn how to float upstream. it's a matter of allowing and not collapsing-- maybe collapsing in the rhythm of what i know, or what i’m coming to know, whatever keeps me whole. i've sang this before, the tune is familiar but the pain subsided into a sort of numbness i recognize. my constant shaking, forever a pursuit forward. when will I stay in one place, together in one piece? i'll keep our mornings near to my eyes. won't you do the same, in this unexplainable cold?

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Winter’s Season - Flowers On The Fence

All Photos by Kiana Endres ( squid-viciousss )

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we welcomed in spring together, a season i only like through scenes of nostalgia. the days stayed longer like the feelings i kept ahold of. i often give them too much air to breathe, leaving wilted petals on the counter. the water turned murky; foul, slowly rotting. i let things float on for too long. i never kept my gaze too thick in case you showed your face through the vase, you didn’t, and now i only see a reflection of myself, glaring back. the water is clear and crisp, having no motion. my pupils turned murky, a foul sight, slowly rotting.

-cjt

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I miss your poetry!

ahh i've been writing but not posting because a lot of places don't allow you to submit poetry if it's been published on a blog or something... stupid. might post something soon, thanks for caring stranger <3

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the summer has multiplied your digression- a conversation under lights and toxic smoke. you beg your case against it's grave, tomorrow is in the hole you dig, crossing the negligence of your romantic tier. unwell, stain on your breath, wine floods your chest, you've bled through the fabric that covers my cold limbs. -cjt

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#InvitationAnnual is an incredible magazine that encourages fellow artists to work together & inspire each other, and that's exactly what i have encountered with them. They are doing a little feature on me as a writer, focusing on my work in #FlowersOnTheFence in their next issue and this is one of the shots of me in my work place taken by Zack Dinh. Near the end of the year, the issue will be printed and i cannot wait to see the finished feature. Cheers to #InvitationAnnual & Zack, this truly is good artistic community.

www.invitationannual.com / zackdinh.com

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pastels on the second, racing black on the forefront; whizzing through cement atop a circus trap, an abrupt halting each time, in front of an elephant act; a heartfelt dying out. the husks pierced through linens, the trunk poured out a washing. doubled in size, tripled in heart, an invitation of rugged skin, walking on all fours; a long way aside, stampeding atop the cement through a circus trap, colliding with carnival revelation: so deathly heartfelt.

-cjt

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"Bloom" - Flowers On The Fence

(Original Photo by Kiana Endres)

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"A Generous Grave" - Flowers On The Fence

(Original Photo by Kiana Endres)

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another edge to drown in a washing of guilt, shame, pride, hope in every evening. longer days leave deeper lights to hide in the dry, lifeless skin in which i find no victory- no washing. be a trickled drop down a windshield or  the rapids of a downpour, feelings of a cleansing may breathe to believe in it cannot. i believe, oh victory, help my unbelief.

-cjt

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drawbridge.

windows withered, synchronize the slam of the water with the beating of your brain, deplete the crossing. allow the stampede of the cold bite enter you, romancing your skin. your little lungs, inhale nostalgia as you wave memories goodbye, sinking in your seatbelt, deplete the crossing. dancing as the remnants  of death and fulfillment exit your pores, romancing your skin. -cjt