Mulitdicipinary Writer
Category: Poetry
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My fortune cookie told melove is the only true adventureand I understood then how I never wanted to arrive anywhere but the moment I met you. I remember wanting to builda home there, when you calledme for the first time. I couldn’t sleep for days thinkingthis is probably what everybody elsedreams of when they dream of love. …
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What I would wear for youBesides my heart on my Sleeve, I don’t know. What things I would say,I forget the minuteYou say the sweet thingsYou say often. Where this will go,What road we’ll follow,Excites me. Every street signIn the city of my heartHolds directionsFor you to findWhat you came hereSearching for. There in the place…
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What do you call it whena heart puts up a signthat says, “Sorry, we’re closed.”[I want to take backevery love poemI ever wrote forother people.] What do you call it whenyou see yourself inthat someoneyou can’t seem toshut up about? [My hands don’t knowwhat to do without you…] What do you call it whenyour head…
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This year marks my twenty-sixth lap Around the whole sunThe words you are here on the map Of my existence reassure me Because there are times I didn’t want to be Where I’m from leaving the house means somebody somewhere will probably misgender meMaking me wonder what it really means to be the pink or blue balloon at a…
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I bet coffee tastes betterwith you beside me–even should wesit in silence. Your presencefills melike steam curlingoff porcelain. Stay.Even when the wordsrun out.Even when the worldfolds in on itself. Don’t use words like ‘if’.Don’t you lacewhat may comewith conditions. There is no such thingas coincidence–only momentscatching up towhat was meant to be.
Dali 