Always Summer At Home
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I daydream of
sunset-embedded evenings
cocooned in humid warmth, whether
looking out from the back door in solitude
or embracing the immortal summer;
exploring the neighborhood
being a boisterous
beachside town, and
manifesting this
hope with the independence
that came with me when
I first developed my respective love
for it.
Imagine if this was my home,
the practical tropics
enriching who I am
as a woman,
and all on my own
with my childhood recalled.
Duplicate
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We didn't dub ourselves star-crossed
while on the edge of a drifted youth,
however two years touched both of
our faces and
turned them towards each other
without even whispering about
what was yet to be
comprised of our
newborn bond ahead.
Such a coincidence,
as we soon discovered,
swayed to the climate of
our worlds mixed as one
and we were strong enough to
stay in place whenever the mixture
poured down on us...
This makes me wonder if
this wonderful balance
is a foreshadow of
a future cushion in which
we will both be bound to
rest upon together.
Away And Independent
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I can only hope
for a blossoming portal
that leads to a fresh chapter
away from this
suffocated travesty
of a life.
It's like I've been
confined to an overdue youth
and I'm surviving on
its mold;
I'm ailing after breakdowns
and annoyed with the flavor
yet living in
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Cognitive Sweat
PoetryA series of poems focused solely on a plethora of emotional encounters; from a heart-pounding crush to mental manipulation, as well as sadness, frustration, anger, and emptiness. From wonderment to jealousy, to many more features of our respective c...