Didn't care for his personality at all. But this video is more of a memento to our history, experiences, and he was a great competitor. Over the past few years, I've come to understand that.
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Didn't care for his personality at all. But this video is more of a memento to our history, experiences, and he was a great competitor. Over the past few years, I've come to understand that.
The end of 2015 #rose
My mom teaches an arts class for artists with developmental disabilities. Lonnie Carter created this Nascar scene using only tinfoil. #art #artists
-Must’ve called a thousand times.
Deleting my wordpress was an incredibly hard decision, but my work was shit. Need to step back from writing for a while.
Forget
Is it too soon to say goodbye? I know what is to come Dizzying days become awry Slowly forgetting where you’re from. Forget the words of adoration For you will no longer know why, We sit in quiet contemplation Peer through the ceiling to the sky Forget the meter and the feet Forget the losses of your youth. Forget those loves you happened to meet As a child bound to Duluth. We count the days, the…
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WARNING: This might be sad for someone going through a breakup.
Ohhhhhhhhhhmygod.
Like we were never lost and forgotten
Lighthouse and the Whaler - Venice
A Sun
A Sun #Poem
A sun Reaching over the hunched shoulder of an antiquated man, Over these mountains rising in the post-virility. This was so violently brief. A pulse macerated- A shallow breath- What good is the fire That leaves you imbued with a cold absence, Clamoring for a remuneration from your evisceration? Vilified from wall to wall. Languishing in the opulence Like lilies dropping from your pockets. Oh,…
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Erase
Erase #Poem
If you were to depart to that vast expanse What would be left of me? I only want to hear your voice in the coming morning And in the empty afternoon. A coffee stirred with delicate hands Shutters opening from living room to bedroom and back again. (Now here you are.) How painless it is to look back. Sitting absent your company, My, these years do pass. A fragmented moon. Still skies. Tempered…
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I miss everything about the three years of coed basketball at uci. Everything about it was the best three years of my life.
LA
LA #Poem
If I return tomorrow to Los Angeles To the hillsides, to the dry riverbeds yearning, gasping for precipitation To the heat-stroked palms wilting on the boulevards, Will there be more to discover? The ships have sailed, as they say, Uncovering new horizons. Men and women disembark their pristine boats for better years. Am I too scarred to understand? Older and older our faces grow Consequence of a…
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Teeth
Teeth #Poem
Oh it’s gone too far to ever go back. Too hard to revisit the folds in the clouds Folding into one another, Dissipating over seconds lost in the minutiae. Something doesn’t feel right in the crush of the widening ocean. Fragile is the glass that lets go Of its stable base and falls to the floor Bathing in fragments of itself. I heard the car leave the house in a fit Raging into the night. Can you…
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Ascension
Ascension #Poem
Staring at your picture I felt how my clandestine life was entirely unfulfilled as you passed And I imagined the blinding sirens blaring Skinny women in white gloves Dressed in white gowns made from the clouds of Paradise Beating at your hollowed chest Screaming for your aorta to untwist, Like clematis vines climbing through the ribs and out the incision, To pump a few years longer. I felt my…
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RIP Ron. You were the definition of cool when I was younger. I'm sorry that you had to suffer.