love isn’t an object
that can simply be treated like a drug
until it’s wasted away into
a mass of nothing.
it can be craved, yes, 62 more words
By Brian Andrade
“You have to believe in God, even just a little bit,” you told me. No response. You smile despite the tubes and wires implanted in your arms. 184 more words
"You must suffer me to go my own dark way"
I have lived more
Through the unchained voices
Of dead poets,
The imprisoned whispers
Of the living.
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I can’t do well at night Especially when i think you’ll leaveDo you love me?
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I. a dream
in dreams, arachnids of imagination
swing back and forth
on silk pendulums of thoughts.
acrobats gyrating in the night
through unspoken words… 1,857 more words
1 hour, 38 minutes
It’s just as if the world pulled to a halt
It stopped as you were speaking
Time still working
Condescending you preach as I try to share… 65 more words
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