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when the wind blows // written in september, 2019

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written 10.22.19

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nightswimming // 8.6.19

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catacombs // 6.21.19

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hey so, i don't know how much you write anymore considering you don't really put years in the tags anymore, but i found your poems tonight. it's not a bad night, just a night i have to get through, like the rest of them, yknow, and i think you're good with words. you're good at turning the bad into something that can be heard as good even if it's about the darker things, things that wouldn't get the spotlight without good words like yours to carry them. i hope you're well, and thank you

hi you sent this last month and i’m sorry i’m just responding now! reading this means so, so much to me, you have no idea. that my words can mean something and help someone else is pretty much the greatest gift in the world. i hope you’re doing well! <3

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written 11.08.18

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written 9.10.18

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(8.7.18)

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(6.24.18)

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i still find you-

deep within the very surface of my heart       (where wisps of the doormat       softly touch the ground       through imperceptible cracks in the threading),

laced into the poems i carry under my arm      (lilac shrieks in pewter blue walls,      scarlet bellowings states away,      the quiet ways cummings will always look like your eyes),

in velveteen sunsets       (the stickysweet sky is always warmer       at dusk than at dawn -       the secret that summer vindictively keeps from us all),

in how it feels to drive across state lines       (towards & away from you,       a tether is broken but we both know not really,       nebulous love carried by the clouds down the coastline,       my hair blowing across my eyes to the tunes of escapism,       waves careening on long island beaches,       me awaiting autumn’s vital return).

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(4.16.18)

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foggy winter nights (1.10.18)

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the change in light

i find whispers of winter in my pillow tonight. when you are miles away, my brain fills up with hums of an ending that i part-Fabricate, part-Derive from the girl with the blue hair who has been on the back-burner of your mind for months (pink to blue to turquoise to purple to auburn to blue -- -- the human eye is attracted to the change in light) and i am stagnant. i am unquestionable, unchallenging, unexciting Love: i will always be here when you come home, and maybe that’s not enough. maybe, simply, i am not enough.

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heartbeats

today you asked me if i love you only out of comparison - as if i only see light in your eyes because everyone else before was colored in pale shades of grey and pewter and black, and you are everything but that: [sunday morning warmth, still under the covers, clear sky blue even if it might snow tonight] -  i do not only love you because i remember what snow feels like.

i worry that my own love may be shrouded too deeply by technicality:: it makes sense to love you, but, of course it does: 1. this extra halfstep heartbeat when you text me, 2. this uncontrolled smile when i lose you to guitar strings, 3. that when you are good to me ((daily,hourly,nexttome,&far)), good is simply what i feel.

i do not know how strongly love is tied to the past, but i know i love you now, Uncomplicatedly. now.

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(10.23.17)

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and here we are one year later // 10.3.17

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blue-grey

some days when i am feeling blue-grey i find myself calling out for words i feel when i am cobalt, cerulean, neon-tinted blue and nothing responds. just wisps of words i can faintly hear, and i’m getting too old to devolve in the face of emptiness but these nights are not kind, okay? for now, this is all i’ve got.