Tag: self-love
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Poem 7.11.22 – The vinegar in my blood
is mild, Unbelievable, Unrelenting,Incisively,thinlyveiled. momentum ismy acid,barely sours;it elevates, &colors palettes. still a pop leaves cause,a sting gives motive &Isoberly am erased. notes of assimilated,softened,perceptive,raw. lacks body, needs time,works well too,articulates well. best kept in darkcold storage.
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Poem 3.15.22 – Ally, You?
We are not our ancestors& nor are you?Where the fuck see the allies?!?Like can we get a head count? I meant of the pre-destined noose-less necks!I’m-so fatigued with caring white,I’m done with not movin/being force to move. I’m sick&I’m I’ll. I’m healed&I’m powerful, still. I’m winning &I’m unbothered, you? You any waitfor the badto be…
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Poem 3.15.22
I could never give you all of me,I learned, and unlearned,and relearned,again.I could never give you my dreams. I knew the fear. But I didn’t see the nightmare. I planted. I grew. I sang. I knew. I saw. I, you. One space was always an absolute. One heart was always a beat. One time was…
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Poem 2.10.2022: Love on…
…LoveA poems made of sound. Doesn’t know whento start. Or how……Love. Blazing lines on sheet,shining it’s light. The light, through the looking glass. Love Obsessed with love and not the last—.
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Revisiting the Gates: “closest goal at hand,”
Background: In the fall of 2009 I finalized my Gates Millennium application, after years of preparation, writing and enlisting support for the task at hand I submitted 8 essays. These eight papers, were responses to prompts I no longer remember. Still after nearly 15 years, I’ve found myself turning back to the Gates, my essays,…
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Meditation 8.29.21 – Good Boy/ Good Taste
Grandma says to this day, “you’re such a good boy,” and I’m inclined to believe her. In fact, it’s been an existential imperative that I explicitly hear these words and see myself. So much of my past used to taste freshly cooked in my mind; more of a gumbo than any fine dining, my memories…
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Poem 8.28.21 – The Willing
My great untrainable will. I fear your intent. You flow like a river on high without sign of relent. My great unbending will. I fatigue as your vessel. You take, and scantly rent. Damn you, in body and mind we wrestle. My great inextinguishable will. I see your flame and ask,take me with you into…
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Poem 8.28.21 – unbothered.
Much like lightning my spirit’slight streams across ours eyes brightest in the dark of night. The thunder of my voice crashes through your ears, in spite of your wishes for silence and still. Pride, mean more to me than your prowess, your lazy critique of the supernatural. For my excellence is akin to a second…
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Poem 8.22.21 – Webless Creatures
We aren’t time tethered creatures I’m convinced our natureis better bound to the frame of a spider weblessin the wind. Spinning and manifesting, unbothered with fact, math, and reality. We spin our web of desires sewing anchors, gripping space;the creases where hollow fictionsare merged into more!A sporadic spinster forming tendrils rapidly growing stronger than a…