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hello, just letting y’all know i changed my name.

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i made a new one

the single flickering light the cigarette butts crowd the bench the sidewalk cracks filled with green the white specks of light from the star the gentle breeze and tranquility waiting for the bus to come and take me away from this place

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an atheist’s love letter

God is the most beautiful artist. each day he wakes up and paints the sky. a sky blue a gloom grey and light lavender, each colour more beautiful than the last. his skies as gorgeous as the sea but much less appreciated. his skies as gorgeous as the mountains but much less explored. last night he painted the sky blue, it faded to lavender and then purple then black. the fade of light into dark made me realize, without your hand in mine. with out your head on my shoulder. without your image on my mind. there’s no one to share gods fantastic masterpieces with.

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broken street lights blinking tardy stop lights overdue cracked sidewalks cool shades of trees rustling weary black streets illuminated the ambiance of a city at 12:32 pm

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can i have your number?

I still remember that day, the day the sun shone as bright as ever the air smelled of lilac and lavender that day the earth stood still not for long, just for a few seconds the seconds that you walked past me, the sun wasn’t the brightest object you were the air didn’t smell of lilac, it smelled of your hair. if only I had said 5 words, I could have gotten 10 numbers in return. but I didn’t and that made all the difference.

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she looked so beautiful her lips, I wish they'd kiss me to death, her hair shined as if made up of the Suns rays, her eyes as vast as the universe which makes up all of us her voice so full of life and passion her smile so inviting almost as if it was telling me to join her, I only saw how gorgeous she was for a split second, she was the light at the end of the tunnel, although I was left misguided as i went though the tunnel I noticed it was the barrel of a gun, the light at the end of my tunnel was death

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Man ur poetry is good!! Keep it up!

thank you !!!

cute lil poem I wrote for my gf who prefers to walk on the left side

she has my mind going in all directions I feel like an adventurer with a torn map in a labyrinth she calls her mind I’m lost without a way out I can’t tell east from west left from right north from south each decision I make create two new choices left or right? the sign asks much like her, the right path was for me I walked along it thinking discovering new things I’d never seen walking the right way I reached two roads diverged left or right it asked I chose left, and carried on I had made a mistake left wasn’t alRIGHT much like my choice she left now I’m all alone in a labyrinth she calls her mind.

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this is about and for my grandpa who passed away nearly a year ago. rest in peace. the poem talks about a Spanish idiom, to walk the apple meaning to walk around the block, after our lunchtime nap we would go walk the apple and he'd tell me so many stories, this poem is a story I wish I could have told him. to walk around the apple one more time, I would do anything, the walk could take me from the green filled forests of the Amazon to the blue skies of the Andes. that Apple so huge and delicious but now, it's gone, rotten, no longer a choice on the tree, the walk that could take me from the highest summit of the mountains now brings me down to the lowest barren valley. to walk the vibrant red apple one more time is only a possibility in my dreams the apple now, brown, and rotten, is so far from the heights it once stood.

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its been a few hours of the same sound

of the rain hitting the ground

over

and

over,

each drop more satisfying than the next.

the rain fills my room with an earthy

smell that i wish would come by more often

and the moon shinning its blue rays

against the soaked blades of grass.

these past hours I’ve been thinking

about you and now im debating

whether

or not I should keep wishing you were mine

or

perhaps

ill see you in my dreams instead

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She’s perfect.

Her beautiful eyes that take me back to the hot chocolate after a hard day of sledding. The hot coco that would warm my insides up have been replaced by her eyes that give me the same feeling.

Her hair that she loves to put in a bun i’d love to entangle my fingers in.

Her amazing smile that she hides behind her fingers.

Her laugh that she tries to muffle i wish i could bring out.

but,

taking a second look at her chocolate brown eyes, if you look close enough you can see something...

or, the lack there of

inside her eyes is something horrible, ugly and terrifying.

It’s who she really is,

an empty void where her heart should be

a rotting core.

the worst person i know

She isn’t perfect.