Dez Vision

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Found among old notebooks. I even forgot I wrote it! #spilledink #mypoetry #poet #afewlines #randomfind

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Disarming

I’ve looked plenty times before, 

my love

But today’s the first time I’ve seen your face.

In the rosy flesh

And counterparts

Gone with murky grey.

 How did I evade so long

The truest part of all?

Easy, I guess,

Confirmation bias.

A trick that keeps us trawled.

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Observe the birds that fly South,

For they miraculously do only what’s

best for themselves.

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Like the little men who tried to fly, Frantic flapping capes and strapped wings, we too crave lift off, however naive. #birdweek #themedart #poetrycaptions #createtheworldyouwanttolivein #sillyhumans #wecandream

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Thirty Year Old Trilogy

Mortality-

My jewelry will outlive me. The nice silver ring, my future heir and owner. Eager puppies lap up fresh drawn water until murk. Wooden chairs threaten loud to crumble my spine. A pile of rubble. Pest and morter distracted by a hot cup of tea on a comfy couch. Ugly flowers noticed and that’s ok because there’s still spoonfuls to be had. And shrinking is freedom once you get over the shitty part of just being another crumb.

Accomplishments-

Kite takes off towards wonder, the roll of string spins wildly unravelling old habits and warm blankets, reaching higher until a speck from space and ground alike. Despite unforeseen winds topsy-turvy. Thru hailstorms and stinging sun. The light was there all along no longer kaleidoscopes of cheap tricks. Warmth speaks for itself. Seeing the ground from above is clarity of another kind. Forced to strengthen, accept truth and thicken string.

Aspirations-

I want to sink inside my hometown mud to soak my skin in its scent. Reconnect. Zone in on all that has fulfilled me and recreate its magic. Pull back slack, prune extra off for the worms. Feed the promising limbs nutritrously. Quench their thirst until they are plump and shiny with life. And godammit enjoy it along the way. Filling lungs to the brim as sails to wisk off into all the photographs I take along the way.

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#linestothinkabout #readtolearn #thepictureofdoriangray #mondayfunday #doingwhatiwant #cafeafternoon

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I feed birds all the crumbs that I can spare in the mornings. They come to me. Jittering, flittering, shifting their little bodies and heads about as if there’s an apocalypse coming. As if someone has stolen in the night the parts that make us calm. I don’t know when I started feeding them. I guess it would’ve been a morning I realized I was a restless person in this world. When I saw my place at the dinner table. Where my hair was supposed to stop growing.

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Horizontal Line

He learned quickly the hot

Cheeks of embarrassment.

The cold distance between bosom and head.

His strongest moulding carved out

with calloused hands and

fumbled beer.

Hunting after nostalgia became him.           

Stale breadcrumbs to another woman leaving

Her breast milk behind in tightly shut

bottles to consume in his own time.

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"I'm not formed of myself alone." 

-Emily Wells

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Child Maslow

Capture the huge amber-colored one with

zig zags peeking from under wings that 

you've never seen

around before.

Poke holes in the jars so 

they can breathe.

A dash of dirt and grass...

That's all you need to live, isn't it cricket?

Struggle.

Fight.

Stunned.

Slower slower slower...

Still.

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Oblivious One

We decided not to speak, and now we have

better conversations.

Can you tell her for me??

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Hemingway Inspiration

Inscribed book: regifted.

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"And the world continues to grow on the seeds of a broken heart."

Olafur Arnalds