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Unoriginal Sin

The heat necessary will not
depart from my muscles and escape
through my engorged nucleus
into the cold air surrounding us.

I recognize my own inferiority,
so let me bow before you
with that bitter taste on my breath.

I’ve committed an adultery
of the mind, wondered what it’d be like
to be in her arms instead of yours.

Does that mean we’re doomed,
that I’m even less worthy of your love
than I originally thought?

So it’s off with my head
or astonishing mercy;
there can be no middle ground.

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The Confession

Our burnt remains,
or to be more clear, the remains
of warm promises in the night.

Spoken over kisses
that at the time didn’t seem finite,
but then the confession…

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My newest poem (written yesterday and recorded today) about my favorite topic, politics! Haha. 🙂 It’s called Surplus Sun, or How an Orange Buffoon Got Elected. I hope you’ll enjoy listening. ❤

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Swallowed, drowning without a hope
for change to swoop in and save the moment.

Yes, the moment. Because it’s moments
that’ll make up a world view.

Whether rooted in reality or fantasy,
or a cruel concoction of both,

how someone feels is the point, and it’s your choice
how you respond to their feelings.

Will you dismiss them and move on,
or will you swoop in and try to redeem the moment?

We’re all fighting something, and giving in
to something else. We know right from wrong.

We do, but we deny it
for the sake of convenience and continuity.

Things get complicated
when we admit we know better.

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My most recent poem and recording, written a couple weekends ago when I had the chance to walk along the beautiful sands of Rockaway Beach in Oregon. It’s called As the Sun Shone. Thanks for listening. ❤

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Here’s my latest recording, which also happens to be my latest poem. It’s called The Next Night. Please enjoy, and leave a like or a comment (or both) if you’re so inclined. Thanks! 🙂

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Last Night

I blew the dust off the covers
and touched the lines tinged with a sadness
inexplicable but familiar,
like my subconscious screaming
at the rest of me the obvious answer.

I inhaled the dust until the lines
lost their sentimentality.
By theirs I mean mine. What’s mine
isn’t yours (or theirs) when
the what is pain.

I curled up on the carpet
in between closet and bedroom,
blankets a poor substitute
for you, and shivered through sleep
broken and restless.

I pulled the teeth of the beast
called greed, wanting too much too fast
too casually in the grand scheme
of things, intellectual fool concealing a heart
that should’ve been offered up.

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