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Awara

Was a man who follows trails of vapor whispers, interprets these ghostly compasses, reads smoke and mirrors, prefers the pitter-patter of blurry rain, sways to the rhythm of stumbling drums, rubs prescription lamps, wishes upon Upjohn genies to forget; is a man who remembers only blotted smiles in swaths of grass, asks only to accompany... Continue Reading →

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Maya

        There was a warmth in holding her to his chest, her heartbeat a soft reply to his own. She loved the feeling of water in between her small toes. He loved watching her smile. Sunlight rippled across the surface of the water like a golden carpet, and he wanted nothing more... Continue Reading →

Pointers

There are men who wield God-given five-digit weapons, with unparalleled accuracy. Hip-fired hollow-points or Full-metal iron-sight finger-fired points. The shots always land. They rain blame in place of bullets, phantom pains in armor-piercing guilt, Magazines in the wrists, Foregrips in the elbows, Friend or foe, we are all painted in targets. Their firearms are blind.... Continue Reading →

Carpal Tunnel Vision

Pixels versus pupils pin a hunchback tapestry to my posters. Rainbow diodes distract us monsters from people, flashing lights are the only sign of life in this room. Zombie wrists wrap keyboard scalps, septic hands feeding on and off my brain. Lines of code, coke cans, and lines of coke can’t fill the void in... Continue Reading →

10 x 10

Poetry to me is beauty and free! Too cliché I can’t put that dude come on… As cliché that line may be, who cares as long as it is ten syllables, right? Can you help me for real? It’s due today. Here I sit working on what’s due today, Here I sit struggling on what... Continue Reading →

Fallen

Like the very first autumn breeze warm from the embrace of summer's last kiss blowing through my heartstrings breathing melodies like chimes you came, effortlessly. Like lively green autumn leaves relaxing into yellows and oranges and browns drifting along the wind far from the safety of their branched fortresses like a traveler's relief from the... Continue Reading →

The Life of Pi

Tonight was the first Sigma Alpha Phi rush party, but the only rush I was getting was in the pit of my decimal. All the coolest constants in my class were in attendance, and since it was the first college party, everyone was trying to get variable for the first time. Drinking had always been... Continue Reading →

When Trees Get Tired

His was a branch that could not ignore gravity’s teasing; his bows overburdened with insecurity finally bowed to their heft, but she reminds him that all is not lost. Her tears fall from cloudy eyes, each raindrop a liquid sentiment, contributes to a rippling mirror, and in the sieve of her sorrow, he could see... Continue Reading →

Limeade

When life gives you lemons, trade half of them for limes. Tell life that this star shines in the limelight; doesn’t hide in the lemonshade. Lemonade is too sweet a drink for life’s soured scenes, so the next time life gives you lemons pucker up and be open to a little limeade.

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