Naked Poetry

I miss you. Take me back to naps on your shoulder, to talks in your G20 on afternoons & mornings with my little sister by my side drinking our vanilla or strawberry boost. Take me back. Take me back to OUR laughs, in unison, where we smile the same smile and to the night where I came in from a run into the kitchen and out of nowhere you said “Adèle, you have this... angel like presence about you.”...

What Do You Want To Be Remembered For?

Happy morning. Makes me smile because...

I need you to know that you’re responsible for the day I let go of my fists.

What do quiet people think about? Your tempo. Dialogue. The move through. Preferring silence. Didn’t you know? This is as far as I’ll go.

Here’s what happened when I asked my dad the question, “what’s it like to have a daughter?”

Because you asked me what color my blood was and didn’t even flinch when I said... it’s True.

Are you right or left handed? Yeah that’s gonna be a deal breaker for me. Too common. I like recessive traits Because they MADE it, you know? O, I’m only kidding. It’s just fun to think about...

To be ideally Gorgeous Without putting a knick in time-- impossible--To go forwards and backwards Within the same moment -without knocking down a few doors--when getting IN turned out to be easier than getting OUT-- Okay but for now-- I need to figure out where do I put all of this San Diego sand

On Sundays

Soundproof not bulletproof Wake up and smell the morning thunder. Take what you wish From It.   Existence. A mirror image. A pleasant sound. Your first quiet moment of the day. Solitude. Jail cell with one window, just a Few cracks. The guy in there’s man enough to admit that he thinks Birds are Beautiful, and that flight could heal things. Secretly wishes the window was soundproof, but not bullet...

Some kids laugh when they get baptized. Other kids cry. I wonder which is which. I wonder which is more sinful. What’s worse than a witch? I think It lies in their electricity. Call it classic Reversed Richard, extroverted Eric. Once more with feeling! And this time For the people Let the music through. What kind of love is that? Roll it again, people. To the people You are a person Wholly account...

You— you are exactly like this— derivative of my future melded I To the cleverness Of you Compounded by the circumstance of you. O, I’m concerned. Yet I’ve never felt so ME I’ve never felt so tough and treasured ...I’ll have to come back to you in forty years listen, ask me the question in forty years.

 My most prized possessions can be found on Paper.  Something about the ink makes me want to be Taller, Makes me want to stretch my arms out until they get So Tired  they (decide) to transform into Pages. I want to be turned. --( permanent.) I want to be touched. Folded, Crinkled Tear Stained Ripped Numbered Filled to the Brim I want to be opened and closed in the same day. I want to be remembered...

One fire at a time. One fire at a time.

What’s the deal?

And I saved a hallelujah for you. It is located in room number 353. Where your heartbeats should have been. I’ll be waiting there, along with a hundred other shadows. I see you in the mirror white devils. You are my ancestors. I am ashamed of you.

Smile.

Bad day, explained.

I believe certain places on earth remind you how to take a breath correctly.

Pink & Purple Before she sleeps

Sometimes somethings are somewhere. That’s how easy we are.

If.

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Is It My Thill?