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It's been awhile, friends and poets. Here's my update.
Untitled Short #1
The beautiful moments of my life
cannot be encompassed by time
for they are far too meaningful
to explain as such a meaningless thing.
To explain a moment
is to explain the whole of existence.
Existence is composed of moments,
short or long, but all with value.
Untitled Short #2
We are all conformists
conforming to our human sheathes.
Trapped within our bodies
unable to be freed.
The only freedom
is death.
Seek it not
For it will find you
Untitled Short #3
We are young, foolish
meandering through our
simple childhood.
Embrace the times
that you are free to roam.
Take advantage
of irresponsibility.
Room 522
I remember room 522, as synapses fire and flicker
You called me from inside your broken elevator,
Told me you could only go down.
But I was on the seventh floor, waiting...
for the sound of your high heels and jingling keys.
The smell of noodles in the air is distracting me,
as I remember that I am on the seventh floor,
waiting for you.
Hoping the janitors fixed your broken elevator,
Hoping you will float up to me,
So I don’t have to chase you down,
but, as usual, I hope for too much,
and the elevator
doesn’t come.
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