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A New

11/19/2021

 
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​​to you it’s all a game
looking for rumors to rearrange
words sharpened by bitterness and rage
on the hunt, baiting me into the cage
when I’m vulnerable you laugh in my face
lips compressed and curled back
Do you believe only one can be the best?
personal questions are easy to ask
reflecting on yourself is too much of a task
always ready to attack
Are you afraid of my honesty?
Do you hate that I don’t push back?

It has nothing to do with me
Maybe someday
we can be at peace

xo

Duration of You

11/12/2021

 
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​it snowed today and it reminded me of the space you left me with

cold
bitter
short lived
and
longing after
Your hair
brushing against my lips
Your eyes
lost in a golden eclipse

xo

the Company of Belonging

11/7/2021

 
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​I went Home, to Rest

a deep slumber
in which time does not exist

a noise came from the thick grass
a sturdy voice Pulling me in
a gust of air swooped in, carrying the quiet thunder
a warmth filling my body again

under Your Tree

xo

Another Way to Love You

11/6/2021

 
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I used to love you
More than I meant to
I would cling to you

I remember noticing
the way you stopped smiling at me
Feeling magic slip away
Watching it leave

I resented you, us
I forgot what it was like to have Me
It was a precious gift I’d lost

Eventually I stopped answering your calls
| I stopped searching for a lost cause |

I ran away
Because I couldn’t bare the thought
Of another night
Not knowing what you want
I knew you felt the same
And maybe it’s a shame
I wouldn’t beg you to stay
|  I chose another way |

Today I stared at the clock
Thinking of everything you’re not

But you’re everywhere… even if you’re not

Confused again
By your subtle queues
I don’t know what you want from me...

Your path is your own to trek
But if our paths happen to cross

Dear friend,
I will always walk with you

xo
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  • About
  • Portfolio
    • Social Experiments >
      • Studio
    • Paper >
      • Relations
      • Native Seeds
      • Special Sheets
    • Site-Responsive >
      • Time/Light Painting
      • Holding Space
      • WWW.
    • Form of a Concept >
      • Bring It To Me
      • googly eyes on garbage bags
      • Chair
      • Foam Board
    • Community-focus >
      • Mobile Murals
      • Collaboration Rocks
  • Writing
    • Art
    • Poetry
    • Scientific Synopsis: Art for A Lifetime
    • Therapeutic Art-making in Long-Term Care