Collection of thoughts pt 1

[ These are glimpses from my notebook, lines that never turned into poems. Messy thoughts from 2017. ]


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I am more than the words I write

and less than the empty lines

in this notebook

I try to fill with life

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The ink is my blood

I spill it instead of

dancing with the razorblade

which loves my weaknesses

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We are suppose to

see the same stars

but I don't know if

we are in the same universe

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Don't take the road

that leads straight

to my heart

It'll break us both

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I can feel poetry

on your lips

Your bloodstream moves lines

rushes poems all around your body

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There is a monster under my bed

and it whispers your name

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The word ”darling”

tastes like you


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