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The Process


The snow & I

Don’t ask me to stay the same,
Ask me to stay and I will try to always love you the same,
But even that I can’t promise.

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When truthful


Do not write me off as empty
because alone
is my peace.
I have chosen myself first
because I suffice.

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Warning shot.

I am the girl you shouldn’t love but still do.
I am the lesson you have yet to learn.

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Camera 360I offer you chippings of my life
because love is risky and loving is reckless
take the shreds.
take the particles.
keep them,
guard them,
one day you’ll have me whole
and girls like me don’t usually belong
to anyone but ourselves.

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I have been many women for you

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It’s okay if I’m not what you need
or want
or can handle
but let me know
so I can find he
who has been praying
for me to come along.

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vinnyvintageHalf my poems are about you.
The other half are about what you’ve made me.
I can’t win.

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Trials (1 of 1)-9

This town and the stone with which it was built
And the sun that hit the process
The romantic pueblo that rose
A mother kissed a cheek
And time and wind brought me here
This town of turquoise and solitude
Of peace and dancing dust
I am a stranger still
It is strange still

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Some days it snows somewhere..


I told myself that I would do away with writing silly love poems
 for boys who aren’t yet men,
I am writing more poems about you than necessary,
they are naked apologies
and granulated confessions
and all the grime and grit I let in.
these poems have slithered their way into the ink
of my pens
not even a nicely placed comma
can change me
not even a neatly dressed apology
can make me all that you’ve been looking for you
all you’re ready to love
You are a bad habit and I am a bad addict
We’re all kinds of wrong for each other
We are ash at the end of a cigarette
Not made to last
Made for the bottom of a shoe
Seconds fleeting
time slips under my thigh
the parasitic nature of first love
has me know that you’ll never leave the ink of my
you’ll never leave the brim of my lips
and when you’re finally a man and you’ve learnt
to love back
my pens, my ink, my keys
and my lips will still write of that boy
that boy who tainted my poetry.

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Conversations…..you’re cold like the ocean


Me: Come over and make me smile

You: I actually would…if only that ocean was not keeping us apart

Me: I don’t like oceans anymore

You: But they are so beautiful…you have at least that in common with them

Me: You’re cold like the ocean

You: At least some fear me and some may find me majestic

Me: But I don’t mind your waves, I want to be swept away by you

You: But I will crush into you. Are you aware?

Me: I know… I’m not afraid of you.

You: Then let me cover you and pull you into my embraces

Me: I don’t mind your cold, or the dangerous things within you. I don’t hope to be on the shore, I’d rather be right in your waves.

You: I’ll make sure to offer a safe harbor but only after you’ve witnessed a storm

Me: I won’t look out for lighthouses or land or safety boats , I love that you’re an ocean

You: An ocean it is..for you.. anything

Me: For you… everything

You: And I will keep your head up, higher than the water level

Me: I know you’d like to keep me afloat but I don’t mind being immersed in you.

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