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like We

23 Monday Jan 2023

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We hate that We’re like We but We
wouldn’t change We for the world
though the world changes for itself
other planets uncaringly in its atmosphere

you wouldn’t want no different
than We but you are filled with
questions confusion a volcano
tugging and probing for readjustment

so may try or think We lesser than you
but We hate what We are what We are
We wouldn’t change for your world you
publicize as perfect but tuck sunsets into dawn

We hate what We are. Why are We
like this? Return on character investment
happens before an answer arrives,
that won’t change much anyways.

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Memories Left in the Night

18 Wednesday Jan 2023

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I wanna do some things tomorrow,
so I need to leave early. I have to go, dear friend.
but don’t turn it off; leave the entertainment in the night

pleasure can rejuvenate, but life will go
time will find its match, while you’ll be here
inundated by pleasure, staggered by intimacy.

let the dark preserve what could’ve been
guard the memories, so each time regret gets too near,
we’ll recline into the night—give life to these moments again

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if i die in my sleep

09 Monday Jan 2023

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my mother struggles for the care of her community
drop outs on broadcast with a curriculum in their mouth,
the avenues always studying.
so why the education that you offer?

which level of this cycle begs the most for attention?
my brother strives to open our eyes
presenting to a collection of disguise
he’s the example, avenue. a Promise
but our stomachs ask for attention, too

if death comes for me, tonight
where in my sleep will it place the blame?
am I a bad student? or do certain teachings drowse me
amiss to the dreams deferred before i knew of sleep
the dreams yawning, yearning, to be awake in the present

my uncle’s teeth are rotting
but Which lesson in life did he not learn?
Which course initiated the faults in him?
Which choices were his to make?

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This poem was the result of an assignment I was given by an organization. The instruction was to write a poem that touches upon the idea of “The American Dream Deferred.” I wrote the poem and sent it to them, but I never heard back. It’s a great piece though. I surprised myself too.

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How To Wake Up Early

02 Monday Jan 2023

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you first wake up by setting
six alarms that you cannot tell yourself
you will ignore or, much better,
turn off as that will stop the lousy disturbance

the smartest person in the world will
tell you to go to sleep early and make it
a habit, but they surely have forgotten
about the dark sleepless road before success

now their words have some significance to you
though most of you think it is much easier
to give merit to a darkness with struggle
when all of your garments, actions and words
reek with success already

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I wrote this after watching a Billy Collins Masterclass. It’s something quite fun. I hope you wake up early this year 🙂 Happy 2023!

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Comatose

21 Wednesday Dec 2022

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I never knew how it started.
I’d just always be sitting at that seat when she walked into the car. Then

That became our thing.
That became our time.
That became our train.
That became our car.
That became our seat.
That became our corner.
That became our station.
That became our greeting.
That became our expectation.
That became our reason to smile.

That became our every day.
Until someone was missing

From our thing.
From our time.
From our train.
From our car.
From our seat.
From our corner.
From our station.
From our greeting.
From our expectation.
From our reason to smile.

Every day, 11 days.
She knew that was it.

When I woke up, 11 days later,
I knew that was it.

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Ballerina Box

13 Tuesday Dec 2022

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So then will you forget our love? Do you plan to throw all that we had away for the sake of “moving on”?

No. Do you know these old-school jewelry boxes that have a ballerina inside? You can open the box to get your jewelry, but you can also turn a key, press a button, then the ballerina will start dancing.

For the space that we shared, the love that we bore and cultivated between the two of us—for the two of us—I’ve decided to not leave all that love behind as I onboard new adventures in my life. I decided to carefully and safely place our love—all the heartfelt moments, all the laughter, all the conversations, all the sex, all the tears, all the adventures, all the poetry, and all the simplicity—into a special box that holds my precious items.

From time to time, I turn the key on the box to let the ballerina come up to dance. The memories play in my imagination; in front of my eyes. I relive that time, once again—replacing my reality. Feel that strong emotion. Remember you. Love you, again. Love all that you were and all that you became. All that we became together. Experience our love all over again. Forever.

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Why do we encourage each other to stop loving someone and move on? Isn’t love like a Rubik’s cube?

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i hesitate.

05 Monday Dec 2022

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and the nervousness is in every crack in my confidence
it slides on all the bends in my personality then leaks out
my fearless structure like an egg almost saved

i shrug
i make excuses
i mask the disappointment with reasons why it was not meant to be,
concealed with a blame away from me.

i dictate the supposed sequencing of the events of the past
perhaps God had made a mistake on how things developed
surely the powers that be mishandled this encounter

i contempt; the opportunity was not of merit, regardless
even though i’ll spend the rest of time thinking about my deeds,
reimagining the event in a world where I get second chances, and thirds,
or a world where i flawlessly predict the obvious next occurrence

even though i’ll shame myself in future recounts
about a great missed opportunity.

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Rest In Peace to all the opportunities we missed because of lack of confidence and nervousness 🙏🏾✨

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where does a train run

28 Monday Nov 2022

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A train runs in the backyard but the
wooden fences are still leaning from
the previous generation so the train
kept going on its own tracks

five executive reps stuck their ears to the
ground to locate the incoming sound but
the train sometimes runs above so excuse
New York City if it seems to have lost its way

maybe a train runs through walls so
since the great discovery, the bells have
been a mystery and the rolling rocks have
discovered the purpose within their spirit

but the people collecting tickets are well
accustomed so they will never check the
carpet in their living room even though
in a rush they’ve broken the plastic tracks

built on the dead heat of playtime because
that’s where all of reality makes total sense
the conductor on bruised knees. Who’s also
the engineer, the passenger, the fuel, and the
only one who knows the way.

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Lamp’s Glass

21 Monday Nov 2022

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To: Tati Vèlanp 💕

the sharp edges hurt like a flower’s petal
the texture receives grief like a cloud’s golden smile

if I fall in grace forever, eventually I’ll reach hell
so I remain
in confort. Soundless movements of my body
obedience to my wishes, without complaint

so I ask how?
but acceptance is not a choice
it’s a decision made after a day of heavy burdens
even when surrendering all the weight is done relentlessly
unaware of the permanent pain, poison, pressure caused
even when it has to bend unusually for your confort

love is only an idea for the amateur, and the cowards who overthink
the purest form is “what else is there to do?” but embrace—
let me lay my heavy head of a day’s frustrations
somehow, turn density into dispersion, dissipation.

the nights are frustrating.
they leave you in the morning, with creases to flatten
for you to accept a bird’s song that is already rejected
so you might as well choose to live in hell.
so long as the fire shine for my confort
what else is there to do?

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She’s the light of my life! ❤

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Looking at You

14 Monday Nov 2022

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your eyes in mine
we’re pondering each other’s thoughts
we’ve shaken each other’s understanding of life
and we know the dust will never settle

there’s a game made to bring us closer
but i’ve already fallen into the river in your iris
so i hope to always be a part of you, regardless.

let Earth remember us as artists
overwhelmed by passion, so we consume each other
in the tight chamber with royal elephants on the wall;
a forest of sunshine or absolute darkness;
a temple with mirrors on the wall

webs of betrayal bundled inside, connecting our eyes;
galaxy, flavored chocolate.
cobwebs attach—closing the distance between

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