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Instead of those prizes, in pretty wraps, gift me words- – you don’t have to wrap them. Words that you remember- words that you are fond of. Words that make you, bleed you, haunt you. Let me hear how you say them. Syllable by syllable, and I’ll carefully write them down, on a handmade paper. I’ll transcribe them into an old notebook. But I would leave your words in my garden. Let…

You who is now a Distant Dream of a fourteen year old Appears so bleak, so damn ordinary To me — Those tattoos on Your left arm are nothing But black vestiges of ink and scar; Transient like your chameleon Skin that changes over time, To decompose — Your voice, your hair and your nails; Everything appears so old and so ugly To embrace or to hold, In disgust and in fear Of how…

Mediocre poems of a lonely night #2

Wet neon lights heavy on our eyes This rain is killing us, We know it on our skin And yet we can’t help but find romance In this wasteland So we laugh — Laugh to feel anything other than dread of this lonely night (like yesterday) This room is flooded and it faintly smells like skin Some burnt; Some rotten I ask you if you want kids “Yes” Your laughter ringing in my ears — Red…

When I tell you about her you must not doubt, She isn’t entirely black — She is a black canvas of modern art, A can of paint beautifully thrown in a dark ocean — But you see she used to love when I rub behind her ears Or brush her belly with both my hands, ( Always with both of my hands ) But black is black And black cats steal; If you look into their eyes you will see crime Crime…