To those who carve statues of my face And to those who mark where my foot sets place You look upon me with only admiration and reverence In your praise …
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The Thread We Share
The thread of the clothes on my back The thread of the shirt I never gave back The thread of the brush we share The thread of the carpet on …
How Do I Play?
How do the sun and the moon decide what is day and what is night? How do the stars decide which ones get to shine What is this game called …
An Ode to My First Love
To be away from my books Why it’s utter blasphemy To take away such joy Would only lead to agony It’s an ache within my soul To devour these stories …
watching, unwavering
the Moon is a marvelous thing. always watching, unwavering, but never seen. the Moon, romanticized in rhyme, lyric, song, shining and engulfing everything with its larger than life form, but …
The Fall
I can never decide if I love or hate people. how can I hate something that can bring so much joy and contentment? how can I love something that can …
Dragostea lui Bunu
Greeting you is the sharp, savory smell of retirement Lined with green-ribbed carpet and yellowed fluorescents. The elevator ride is gentle, But not nearly as enticing as the stairs. You …
Footsteps
The child of an immigrant is not stationary They are kinetic Stepping in the footsteps of their parents Pressing the imprints into the dirt Marking their past as one that …
Arpeggio
i endure the night to see the sun rise a cyclical scale with no end in sight no matter how i try the sun sets again each time another eventide …