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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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For the past eight months I haven’t had much desire to write poetry (or anything, for that matter). I’m not quite sure why, but whenever I’d think about doing it, I saw it as a chore instead of the valuable creative outlet it’s been to me for years. Seeing it this way left me feeling a bit down, as I’m happiest when I can be creating on a regular basis. Earlier today was the first time in too long that I had a genuine desire to put my feelings into poem form, and I’m hopeful this will be the springboard I needed for returning to writing, not only consistently, but enthusiastically as well. I hope you’ll enjoy the result of today’s inspiration. Thank you, always, for reading.

Being Polite

I caress the arm of a lover I haven’t
seen for months,

the days divided
and stacked upon each other

like crinkly polaroids
that never tell the complete story,

giving only glimpses of smiles
manufactured by politeness.

Is it polite to be disingenuous?
The truth aches much less

than the mealy mouthed
tripe dripping from their lips.

Let my heart be punctured
and heal

rather than these distractions
that bankrupt the conscience.

I’ve been kissed and held
by honest love,

have experienced the magic
of acceptance, flaws and all,

and so with that knowledge
I gently push their arm away.

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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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Far Removed

For all the talk of love,
what about the importance of grace?

Not the bullshit far removed grace
from a savior that in speech

people tend to toss around
like pennies in a collection plate.

The grace that requires no religion, only decency.
Composure in the face of things going wrong.

To put it poetically,
dancing across borders pocked with landmines.

To put it bluntly,
not being an asshole when something doesn’t go your way.

Lack of grace shows entitlement.
Entitlement comes from pride.

I don’t need
some kind of outrageous spontaneity,

just the kind that makes life worth waking up for
regardless of the weather.

I slept through the job being done,
my fear and anxiety keeping me

from finding the will to stay upright.
Routine destroys spontaneity.

The lie I told myself up to this point will be shattered
once and for all: I’m not happy. That was the truth

ringing like a church bell
through the town of my heart.

And how it flies. O how it flies toward a heaven
my soul will never know.

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Here’s my latest track! I read this poem at an open mic, and it was received well, so I decided it would be the next one I’d record. I hope you enjoy it! 🙂

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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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