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what is a hope
if not the most desperately fervent
wish of a man— a dream so deeply
staining the edges of reality
a hope lies dormant in my belly
sleeping like a dragon curled
on the hoard of my desire
breath like smoke wafting
past my eyes and up my spine
tinting my retinas; seeping into my brain
it fires my neutrons and my body says,
why not try again
the days spent in despair— the people
who jeer— the coffee stains and
splashed puddles and fumbled papers—
i hope to hate them a little less tomorrow
in this suffocating swirling world
my hope-stained eyes see
a new dawn a new day
a light at the end of my tunnel
even cold wind warms my face;
around me bustles with life,
sun seeping through the cracks
waking up my slumbering hope
today will be different. today will be good
today, a day i’m living for the first time
i have a hope, wide awake in my core
it tells me, it will all be okay
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Euridice, Euridice
daughter of mortals, sworn to divine;
the bell tolls, the bell rings
“I’m sorry, I miss you”
Orpheus turns; Euridice.
the unmade sheets, dog-eared pages
stacked, dishes scattered in the sink
sunlight splashes
I close my eyes
I see the ghost of where you’ve been
how long has it been
since the summer of your smile,
the spring of your voice.
twenty years waiting, your Penelope;
a shroud unwoven by time
tick, tick, tick. the clock continually ticks.
it drags me by the hands,
grabs me by the heart.
every grain falling through the hourglass,
a lifetime I once spent with you.
every word I never said,
a pomegranate never split;
I called your name too late.
Melpomene, my very own muse,
hear the swan song of my heart
three words we never got to say
i love you i love you i love you
i turn to you to confess
(don’t look don’t look don’t look)
and there you are. you’re gone.
we were two sides of the same fate,
half of each other; star-crossed, but
snip. your shears split the weave and.
Fates themselves can’t force supernovas
to align / when they’ve already long died
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you’ve cast a spell on me;
your eyes shine brighter than any spotlight
and i’m captive on
the stage of your attention
your hair flutters around you-
the brightest confetti i’ve ever seen
your lips whisper those three words
that incantation to my heart
a quick tap of one-two-three;
your fingers are wrapped in mine
and the whole world still;
the earth is holding its breath
your lips whisper those words
that spell that will make me yours
but you’ve already captured me
long long ago
before the stage was set
you turned to me that day
the moonlight framed your silhouette perfectly
a paid actor for the climactic scene
you turned to me that night
a smile brighter than the sun upon your face
your lips whisper that one word
the word that makes me “i”
the word leaves your lips
and you smile all the while
staring, like i am the moon
and you the moth
with those spotlight-bright eyes
and that sunlight smile
you called my name that night
you whispered it like it was a secret verse
and
just like that
just like magic,
i was yours
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the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree
so the rot in the apple must stem from the bark
the roots that creep and drain of life
keeps us sour; unable to mend
you ruined me and i ruined you.
i hate you and i love you.
i don’t know what to do.
what can i do?
i can’t leave you
you’ll always be a part of me
your roots digging in to my very core
and i don’t want you to let me go
but you’re so horrible—
yet so kind
every word you spit tastes like poison
but your touch is so intimately, unbearably, soft
i want to run away
i want to run into your arms again
i want you to beg me to stay
i want you to set me free
the apple is rotten, and what rots it is the tree
but how can i blame you?
even the oldest trees were
once only apple seeds
how can i blame you,
when you were once me?
how can i blame an rotten apple
for growing into a rotten tree?
you rot me, because it’s all you know
you’ve been rotten from the inside out
and now you rot me too
and i hate you
i love you
i pity you
it’s all the same
in the end, i will grow into a rotten tree too
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you’re bright
so dazzlingly, overwhelmingly bright;
you’re the sun that sears the sky and
all the earth can only stare
i want to hold you
to cup you in my hands
to feel your warmth between my
palms and see your light run through my fingers
for the rest of my life, i want to have you with me
to warm away the winter chill and light up the night
but it hurts-
it hurts too much to bear
the you who burns brighter than the sun— who burns
my eyes with your shine— the you who hurts
too much to hold
i can’t ever have you in my life
i want to avert my eyes
to forget your light
but you’re just so bright
you’re too brilliant-
i can’t ever look away
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