relationships

  • Haiku #11

    Your love so took me Surprise is not the right word It felt like kismet  

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  • Haiku #9

    Heavy are the hands That hold time, for they are doomed To break from the pressure Written 12/7/16

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  • No (Know) Sleep

    No (Know) Sleep

    I’ve forgotten how it feels like to dream with my eyes closed To place my head on a pillow and slowly drift off to a palace of dreams To feel the overwhelming peace of drifting off to a time and place that’s quickly forgotten once I open my eyes I’ve forgotten how it feels to…

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  • My definition of home has evolved over time. Home was New York, plain and simple. There was no other place like it for me. There was only one New York – always imitated but never duplicated. I know that many New Yorkers feel the same way. Our hometown pride is the reason that we’re called […]…

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  • haiku #7

    Someone said to me, It is so bad for your heart But good for your art  

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  • entry #3

    entry #3

    I hate you. Plain and simple, isn’t it? No, because nothing is ever plain or simple. This deeply rooted hate stems from a place of even greater love. A love that was ruined by a revelation. A revelation that involved an adulterous affair and a child born out of wedlock. The signs were there all…

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  • entry #2

    entry #2

    We haven’t spoken in a while. Yet every time we speak it’s the same conversation. I miss you. I miss you too. Are we going to meet up soon? Definitely. And then the conversation goes cold. When do we stop fooling ourselves? There’s no point in chasing phantoms, only to trip on memories.

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  • entry #1

    entry #1

    Old lovers crawling out of the wasteland that is my memory. They have no right occupying space in my head anymore. Exile is best suited for them. And yet, I feel a subtle twinge of sadness. Feelings never really faded, only put in stasis.

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  • From the unofficial girl

    There is still a part of me that looks for you. This unconscious thinking seeps into my daily life. A part of me is still so full of you. The things you left with me have become a part of my routine. I fought so adamantly against you on so many things. Defiance was my…

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  • haiku #6

    A man said to me Memory stuff will haunt you I said, will it cease?

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