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Caramel Eyes
Caramel eyesHair swinging from side to sideBeautiful faceMy heart seems to want to raceDaydreaming like a pastimeGot nothing better on my mindGot nothing done but it’s so fineWish you were so mine ABOUT I’m a 20 year old student hailing from the Netherlands. I study Health Innovation at the HAS Green Academy and spent a…
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and the rest
The fake fabric flower, stuck through theRibs of myAir conditioning unit, dust-coated in thick layers;Not once have i evenSince seen the thing, its color now irrelevant.In the shadows of a golden hour,Each color in it’s dull tone, of theNear-dead vines of poisonClimbing up rusty chicken wire, andEven now, the mud could’ve been bronze. Out of…
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drowning in acid
How the rain falls withoutElegance, on mushy, dead grass,Lamenting what else but a tainted,Purposeless cycle of falling. Impossibly immortalMaelstrom, swirling forever Down, forever fallingRain, poundingOn myWindow, yet somehowNever yours; soI pretendedNot to see theGallon of diluted gasoline Beside my foot, and seepingUnder your shoe. I struckThe flint, red flames brighter than theMoon’s blood-filled tears. new…
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Signed, The Moon
Even from here, Ican see wisps of warmth that youleave behind. I see the ghosts of the lovethat you give away like theoxygen you breathe. I saw excitementin your eyes when you got yourfirst telescope; though I thought at first itwas meant for viewing those starsyou like so much. But to my surprise, it’slense was…
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Heart-Tarnished Art
It is I who be incredibly,even mentally, marcidto have plunged such a bladeinto your undead corpse; a lidshielding away such a wretched,forsaking heart, one the cause ofgenocidal acts upon itself, exploitinga longing unknown to those thereof. A yearning, undiscovered by monstersof then, known to dance the seasand swim alongside the very starswhich granted such abilities.…
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fortune glass
someone has golden airfalling from their pocket.and i unfold my fingers up to the clouds,stirring the foggy stars, they puddleand ripple like impossibly-still ocean waters.the ripples turn to wavesand the sky becomes the sea,above and below me. my feet don’t ripple the stars,mosses and dirt and rocks greet me from above.i’m underground, maybe i always…
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OBAI ON HIS NEW EP, ARIZONA, AND BEING A YOUNG ARTIST
18-year-old, Arizona-based popstar, Obai is making his mark on the world, capturing the minds and hearts of his neo-soul, Sudanese-inspired beats, all held together with rhythmic pop tunes. With two hit singles, ‘girls like you’ and ‘dance floor’, the songs shape a music allure accompanied by breathtaking visuals. Obai seamlessly clears the path forward to…
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Black Pit
For most of my life, I’ve lived in the darkness,The lust for crown shyness fading underThe bleakness of my coal mine shift,In the belly of the mountain, digging deep For I ponder, and my mind wandersInto the dark tunnels with sunless echoesIn the depths of my longing plea,Have I served my purpose in this life?…
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Farmland
You lay back on a hay bale, looking upThe golden rays shining down,you’re sulking in your soulStand up and take a look aroundFeel the feels, the vibrationsthe moths’ buzz, cuckoos’ frequencies surround Watch the harvesters work, scythes in tuneBlood and sweat drippingunder straw hats strewnSky can heal the tethered heartsPeople can be false, dragonflies surrealFill…
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This is not a curse
On the day my daughter turns threeold enough to understand fragments ofthe intricate theory of love, I will unfoldmy prayer rug and proudly confess to her: this is where you begbeg as if there’s no tomorrowbeg without the hesitation of hoboes in front of the porticos of affluent businessmenbeg like a gale that would sabotage…
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