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Flawed

i am flawed 
like the ruffled corners of a 
sheet of notebook paper
messy like smeared lipstick 
dented like a scrap of metal
broken like shards of glass
stained on the surface and
only right half the time 
i am the blemish on the face of 
a perfect world
surrounded by porcelain skin
and two-toned hair
even when deprived of the right
to smile
i still carry my fiber-optic light
as i am
the one who
dares to emit a fragment of 
fluorescence 
for those who are lost in the dark....

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Two Misfits

we were two misfits fitting in with each other in a painting
with watercolors. we bled red onto the canvas,
blue tears leaking from our eyes
we laughingly painted the sky; indigo with our hearts
smiling through the black pain
he demonstrated lyrical reign
and in return, i chose to refrain from fearing him
and his mahogany exterior
so together, we stood, leaving the bench 
with cracked paint exposing the wood
he showed me his 'hood 
as we walked on aged asphalt
i tripped and he claimed it was his fault
but the love-trip truly began when he sat by my side
whispering yellow sunshiny words into the canals
of my ear,
he possessed a knack for lies i had to decipher like Egyptian hieroglyphics 
misguided by this misfit, i chose to walk away from
his soft hugs and if you were to ask me where he’s now,
i’d shrug
pretending he left my memory 
but in my museum hangs the painting we painted together
as two misfits.. 
fitting in with each other.

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Sorry

I'm sorry for the stains I 
left behind as I was 
trying to find 
some peace of mind.
I'm sorry for the tears that
brushed your cheeks
as your sadness leaked down to
a puddle,
leaving trails of tears around
the contours of your eyes.
I know now that you despise me for
being absent, not only during
the day
but 
I was gone while
you lied in your bed.
Waiting.
Anticipating
or maybe fading
as you were trying to
forget the things I've said.
I pretend that, you've never bled red
so instead,
I picture you bleeding rainbows
and sweating drops of gold from
your pores.
This moment is yours but,
the hour is mine. It's my time to
bridge the gap, gather the strength that I lack
just to simply say, that 
"I'm sorry."

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The Beauty of Writing

The beauty of writing is
not knowing which words will
stumble gracefully across the pages
which sounds thoughts ideas
will find themselves inscribed on paper
or palms where seven digits can 
connect two souls 'til they entwine
my inclination is calling writing a religion
preach that to congregations like
"and so it was written"

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Hid E and See K

i see you.
hiding
as though you are transparent.
you used to run to me with open arms
to tell me stories and offer warmth
but you've left me     cold and alone

sometimes it feels like the ground beneath me
is slipping
and i get scared that death will come and 
take me  away.

i don't want to leave without saying goodbye

you think you're so cunning and sly but
darling,

i see you.
i see you   when you hide.