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i. kaden  ⟿  fighter

[son of eurus, legacy of apollo]

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ii. wind swept hair, color of dead leaves. soft tired hazel eyes, overthinking gaze. warm smile, gentle whispers, “i’m fine”. methodical scowl. textured face. sun kissed, freckles. protruding rips, ridged frame. soft face, sharp jaw. blank expression breaking into a contagious laugh. sweaters and flannels, dickies pants and crewnecks, plain scuffed old skool vans and doc martens, all dark colors.

iii. deep breaths and wind beneath his wings. anxious until unburdened. gentle touches of selflessness. surprised by praise but enjoys every moment of it. sunbathing in sunbeams from the windowsill. sweater weather in late summer. craving intimacy with spring. gentle sleepy kisses, long intimate hugs. being in the moment, as the day passes. breathing in sync.

iv. “i just want to be a sexy cowboy roaming in the wilderness.”

v. yellow by coldplay. and you know, for you, i’d bleed myself dry. for you, i’d bleed myself dry.

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something holy inside you wants to get out but you can’t let it

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dance with the dark

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is it selfish of me

to wish for the sun to never rise again?

just so i could breathe

without being burned

is it selfish of me

to hide from the sun when i feel blinded?

just so i could have the vision

to see through this paradox of time

is it selfish of me

to desire eternal night?

even if that meant

others had to endure an eternal nightmare

is it selfish of me

to loathe the warmth of the sun?

just so i could forever rest

in the passionate arms of the dark

is it selfish of me

to wish for time to cease

to simply dance with the ocean air

atop the roof where we once slept

is it selfish of me

to wish we were the last two?

and simplify dance with the dark

for all of eternity

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kms // [25 april 2022]

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my dearest: climate change poem

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my dear past

i am sorry

our ancestors

took advantage

tore her apart

and left her in ruins

leaving the earth

to pick up the pieces

by herself

my dear past

i am glad

you were comforted

cradled in the arms of ignorance

and had blissful dreams

of our future

my dear present

i am sorry

you live in a world

that has wasted her gift

her once bountiful generosity

swallowed by the industry

my dear present

i am hopeful

you will have the courage

to correct the mistakes

that may not be your own

our cherished earth

can no longer stand

on her own

my dearest future

i am sorry

our lady is facing the effects

her tears flooding the earth

and thrashing heatwaves

if we do nothing to change

devastation is promised

to the innocence of nature

and to the greedy heart of man

my dearest future

i am optimistic

that your resilience

will encourage generations

to push for change

to efficiently utilize her resources

and patch up systematic holes

that let her bounty go to waste

to finally make amends

with our fair lady

the earth

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kms // [5 april 2022]

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shell shock: ww1 poem

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soldiers promised death

confined to the earth

shivering in her embrace

beaten down by the sky

yet still alive

while 6 feet under

starving themselves of hope

told their fate was written in stone

drowning their sorrows

in the voices of joyous tragedy

writing and rewriting

whispering their wishes

onto damp pages

praying their words

will make it home safely

when they believe

that their bodies

would remain stuck

in the slippery grasp of the trenches

thunderous explosions

echoing in their heads

a constant waking sleep

even as the surrounding war

is brought to an end

a ghost in once muddied flesh

unphased by the booming

but now overwhelmed by the silence

maybe believing

that they were better off left

in no man’s land

—-

kms // [5 april 2022]

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poetry challenge: day 8

prompt: tomorrow

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the hollow dark aches

creeping up my spine

and something itching in my chest

taunting me, daring me

to try to reach in

and claw my heart to pieces

after hours of holding myself

rocking back and forth

praying for the itching to stop

i weep as the sun returns

to soothe the storm in my head

and to let me rest

in the arms of tomorrow

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kms // [29 march 2022]

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julieta madrigal is a literal goddess

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poetry challenge: day 7

prompt: coffee

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a haiku about coffee:

i dislike coffee

unless it’s filled with sugar

then i will drink it

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kms // [28 march 2022]

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poetry challenge: day 6

prompt: goodbye

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like celestial bodies

we travel our own courses

some say hello

some pass us by

some stay for a while

but you will always

have to say goodbye

you will meet others

who are born

form shimmering starlight

they may be dreamy

they may be bright

and you may end up

following them blindly

but remember my dearest

they may shine more brilliantly

than most stars ever could

but never let anyone

ever make you think

that you are anything less

than the sun

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kms // [27 march 2022]

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poetry challenge: day 5

prompt: honey

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the sky bathed us in stardust

whispered us little stories

of all those who lived

and loved

and fell

we laughed together

our words painted

with the brilliant colors

born from star fire

the air wrapped us closely

filling our lungs

with the sweet scent

of pine and smoke

but nothing compared

to the sweetness of your smile

and all i could taste

was honey

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kms // [26 march 2022]

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poetry challenge: day 4

prompt: warmth

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the soft hand of wind

tracing our bones

your bright hair shimmering

in the last july sun

you looked so pretty

some stranger

pulling me in

to share your warmth

under the brilliant night sky

i just wish

you could’ve stayed

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kms // [25 march 2022]

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poetry challenge: day 3

prompt: mystery

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it’s difficult to tell

what fate is thinking

maybe she is kind

maybe she is a bit sadistic

maybe she’s just fair

but what is fair in a world

that is dictated by an invisible women

i wonder why she stuck us together

why she felt it was so important

that i learn a lesson

from watching your wounds

heal into scars

i wonder why she stuck us together

why she felt it was so important

for someone as ungrateful as i

to be loved by someone

who is too good for this world

i wonder why

but that is all i can do

fate is a mystery

truly cruel to be out of reach

to never know why

she would bless me

with someone like you

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kms // [24 march 2022]

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poetry challenge: day 2

prompt: missing

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i wasn’t sure when it happened

when everything began to fade

days blurred and time irrelevant

passing me by on the street

watching and waiting

hoping someone would see me

as more than transparent

while the monotone buzz

wrapped around my bones

and burrowed into my chest

i wasn’t sure when it changed

when the dullness lessened

and the aching white noise

became soft vibrant colors

a once familiar feeling

of hanging in a sky

as if we were the last two stars

to ever look down on the earth

maybe i’m broken

maybe i’m not

but if i were

i think you’d be my missing piece

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kms // [23 march 2022]

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lord give me strength to finish writing my short story

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poetry challenge: day 1

prompt: myth

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of myth and legend

tethered and bound

vast distances

still nothingness

voided present

one desired to fill

still they persist

sun in his smile

stars in her hair

moonlight in their eyes

and a naive wish

to dance together for eternity

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kms // [22 march 2022]

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zaara: let’s be masochistic and challenge ourselves to write a poem everyday bc our mental health isn’t already taxing enough <3

me, half conscious: “it can can be short, it can be ass, one poem a day, would you smash or pass?”

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fractured desires

original poem [K.M.S]

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maternal shards echo out

“never fall in love with broken people

just because you think you can fix them”

those words ring out true

but i do truly i have a selfish desire

to fall for someone

who reflects my fractures

just so i

can feel a little less alone

to have someone

who understands

how to be gentle with my pieces

to soothe the fissures of my mind

and to caress the scars along my spine

to be able to bare my wounds

and be comfortably a mess

to be the patched together person

i am

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K.M.S // [26 december 2021]