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Great triangular pyramids, stacking to the sky,
burnt desert diagonal to a deep blue back drop,
sand full of ancient history, landscape bone dry,
rays of radioactivity beaming down nonstop.

I want to live large, like Mark Antony and Cleopatra,
asp bitten, chancing my demise for intimacy,
never stop adventuring shall be my mantra,
trying my best to tempt your celibacy.

I want to engulf the girth of the Nile, swim through
hieroglyphics, dance across pages scattered
with legends, everything drenched in a burnt sienna hue,
inscriptions about the great Egyptian goddess Isis covered

the cavernous tomb walls, flood enveloping the great serpent,
tears spilled mourning the loss of her precious Osiris,
a mother’s womb drenched in an amplitude of amorous ardent,
the great power of the gods forcing me to forsake my hubris.

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Lush foreign landscape leaching inquisition from the human race,
leaching the bones left behind by their exploration of this place,
sunlight filtering through the canopy, a land so far from tame,
a terrain that is most certainly not for the weak of heart to claim.

Beautiful branch-work building up an entirely new reality,
chaotic characteristics laced into complicated tranquility,
vibrant colors assaulting my optic nerve, never ending
Anaconda of an Amazon river, treacherous with its bending.


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crystal lattice criss crossing
a regular repeating reality
rattling off numbers relatively
irrationally, coordinates
pointing to all of the
locations I’d much rather be.

exploration is the theme of the game
uncharted will be my middle name
blast off to foreign landscapes
testing the waters for countless escapades
we can forget our own morality
sweet, sweet melancholy.

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I’ve always envied the way you’re fearless,
you’re never afraid to be yourself.
Anti-status quo, you’re rarely cheerless,
and when you are I wanna make you tearless.

Long golden locks, strands of sunshine.
You’re porcelain ivory, pallor glow.
You’re even sweeter than a clementine,
when it comes to originality you’re a gold mine.

If you’re ever feeling down, night or day,
don’t hesitate to come to me.
I’m only ever a message away.
I’d do anything to brighten your skies if they’re grey.

You’re beautiful and I know how hard that can be
to see, but you’re a diamond in the rough.
You just have to find someone up for a treasure hunt, lovely.
And if you ever need anyone—you’ve got me.

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you excite my electrons,
illuminate my fallacies,
enrich me with endless verity,
I’m trying to collaborate clarity.

got lost somewhere along the way,
caught up in useless strifes, 
precariously depleting my potential,
your candor qualities are influential.

you make me want to reach the stars,
fingers outstretched, Orion slipping
from my grasp, but I can get it back
I momentarily lost track

jovial arrogance flavoring your tone,
chock full of pride I’ve never known,
so sure of yourself, I envy
the crisp confidence in
your cadence, mercy.

I’m enamored by you, I feel
like we could be absolutely stellar
our bond is of the ionic variety
you make me want to cast away my filial piety.


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I’m just so lost in lunacy, this litany of excuses for lagging in limbo

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the green ground is grizzly now,
geared toward gentle snowfall.
I’m shivering and I don’t want to sweat
this high away but baby promise
you won’t let go of me.


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I consume pages carnivorously, capricious cast away
thoughts of tectonic plates, shifting tangents
amaretto on the lips of an American tourist
I could get lost in the library, elaborate array

of books set out for no other reason but for my fingers to play,
my optic nerves devour every centimeter of inscription
every word sinking into my synapses, it tends to illicit intense 
satisfaction, brightening me up, chipper as a blue jay

I gulp the written word, beautifully arranged on display
visually satisfying and intellectually stimulating,
escape to far off realities, distant from real life’s fallacies
I’m a book worm in every sense of the cliché

intricate instillation of wisdom, parallels to portray
on a full page of perfection, bits of language
shaped aesthetically into constellations
some more highly wrought than the milky way

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Cascading compliments,
humming across my eardrums.
We’re a lot alike but incredibly opposite,
but you’re so magnetic.

You’re the most beautiful
person I’ve ever had the privilege to know,
you make mountains seem movable.
I just can’t get enough

I’m drawn to you like
bumble bees to flowers in a meadow.
I haven’t found anything I dislike
about you, honey.

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damsel in distress

Mutiny missile-ing across my living room,
counting insults left and right.
Everything broken in sight,
waiting for it all to go out with a boom.

Hearts colder than the window-sill wall,
insulated by trust issues instilled by
a childhood not so full of lullaby,
I wait for my endless time left to crawl.

I’m a damsel in distress and I need
something to hold onto, baby.
Could you be that for me, maybe?
If only you had a noble stead.

Trains, planes, or automobiles, really—
I don’t care as long as it gets me there.
I probably won’t be able to help but stare,
I feel like you could really free me.

I want to break away from these hallowed walls,
embrace you and every fantasy that entails.
We could have a love that never fails,
we could be bigger than Niagara Falls.

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blonde bombshell

We were partners in crime,
two peas in a pod.
I followed your lead,
wasted endless time.

You’re a blonde bombshell,
your loud was my shy.
You bridged the gap
from heaven to hell.

I was the evil mastermind,
in the beginning,
but you got greedy.
You left me behind.

You’re the master of parties,
got me caught up in
your disaster area.
Further labeled a tease,

drunkenly raped on the side
of a two track, you left
me there in shark filled water.
Then, you waded through the tide,

threw me a flotation device,
through the dark.
I latched back on to you.
At this point, that’s thrice:

times I’ve forgiven you.
The number you’ve broken me?
Endless. Your golden locks
were my sunshine and sky blue.

Turn table best friends, using
people for their assets.
That’s what you know how to do.
In the game of life, you’re losing.

Why do I feel so bad for you?
Even now, I miss us,
the way we flow, effortless.
Was anything ever true?

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Bright eyes and a beautiful smile,
trapped in a trance,
can I have this dance?

You swept in, seeming sweet,
stealing my sympathies.
I fell for your fallacies.

I was drawn to you,
caught by your charm.
Snare trap snapping,

closed, calling me a
slut and breaking
my opportunities.

I thought you were into me.
It felt that way with your hand on my knee,
must have mistaken

lust for young love
arousal mistaken for
affection, I guess that’s

my M.O., though, isn’t it?
You made me contemplate
my morality, sadistically.


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you make me feel so small, insect
I feel my veins boiling with discontent
stomach shaking with regret
making my skin want to dissect

wishful thinking makes me keep from bleeding
resounding hatred hiccuping harmonies
of hurt, helplessly sadistic symphonies
inside I’m sinfully seething


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this is all a warped concept of contextual sorrow, you make me shiver in anticipiation, I feel as if I’ve lost my north star.

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his hair black as ink, drenched in the blood
of pens he chews, endlessly, mindlessly
occupying his incisors, thoughts trickling
from synapse to synapse as marvels.

his smile, straight for the most part but
with it’s own little quirks, the incline
of his pitch drives me crazy,
he’s perfection in every fiber of his being.