The Flow of Words

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Humor:

Parts of me dwindle down, allowing my former self to peek out into the scary abyss.

Don’t be afraid Humor, jump into the world where you are Missed.

Missing:

The dog’s silky hair, free time, sunshine, mom’s food, my brother’s off-putting yet cozy smell, the yellow stains on the ceiling from the water leak, the friends who don’t Pity me

Pity:

You don’t go out to eat on the weekends? You don’t have any friends or family in town? You moved here without knowing anyone? You’re single? Wow, that’s Brave.

Bravery:

Bravery leads the way, as the other parts follow blindfolded

Stumbling through a dark forest, twigs crunching below their feet

Lengthy hazing ritual for a new beginning

Now open your blindfolds, look at each other, and hold hands

The the most difficult part is about to start!

-devs

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Aura

Aura, rise

Aura, go

Swing your starry scarf

into the night

Leap ahead

Dance in waves but

leave your patience

behind

You may wander off

and lose control

but your grit will remain

behind

Your eyes may close

Your smile may cement

but your love will remain

behind

Aura, see

Aura, go

Be wild in the streets

tonight

When your soul hurts

follow the crumbs

and you will find

your home

in the light.

Illuminate

Crude oil, coal mafia

corrupt dirty money in Congress

Money interested in only money

Lives are useless things

Water. dirty water.

Ocean. Slick ocean.

Tears are pure commodities

untouched by corporate America

Let the tears drown those in power

Drown in our suffering

Interconnected, we all are

Eventually your money

will be worthless.

We will illuminate

through our salty tears

illuminate a future

which belongs to everyone

Locked inside

I will be your hidden chamber

filled with corners of dejected dreams

insults of years gone by

the fears that torture you.

I will carry those screams

silence them in my arms

blaze the entire place

in an act of arson

I will mend your heart

with my lips

You will rise to your destiny

with trepidation

Your courage and ambitions will

fly you away

from me

but I will always remain

locked inside

Blitz

Searching for peace

No sleep

It robs and throbs

Heart gives way to sobs

Warm, our spirits free

He is dancing, loving me

It seemed so real

His raw heart, I did feel

Now looking back

It was a blitz, an attack

Too forced to be true

Deformed love never grew

I am now calm, serene

Living, an ocean scene

Waves purify face

True love, I am eager to taste

Homeless Man in Little Tokyo #dtla

He tried to punch me

But I leaned away

He walked away hallucinating

Delusions of street life

Homeless homes

On the intersections of Little Tokyo

He grew more agitated as the weeks

Went by

Tapping me on the shoulder

As I ate at an outdoor patio

He kept mumbling incoherent

Thoughts

I couldn’t understand him

And never will

And that is the worst part:

To be misunderstood

Is a form of death.

He deserves to live.

Spill

Self containment is not necessary.

Let yourself spill.

Pour the wine on the carpet

Shove the trash into the back seat.

Smear your tears on the wall.

Restoration requires a detox cleanse

Let it spill

Let the fears go

Watch them float into the sky

On a hot day

Spill onto him

Spill onto her

Love outside you

It was never meant to be

Self-contained.

Fire

Let us consume each other until only ashes persist

It is not death but the creation of a shared soul

Passion is not the only one who plays with fire

Love is an expert at burning us whole

After the flames are no longer dancing

Something more exquisite begins to take form:

A mutual respect we never expected

An invisible bond that can never be torn

Bring Back Our Girls

The plane vanished

The Nigerian girls vanished

I am still here

My fingers are more present now

Than they were before

Raw dry skin

Which can never be softened

So many lives disappeared

Powerful lives

Meaningful lives

Vibrant lives

My dry fingers remain

Under my control

How can the world watch

As hundreds of girls are

Stolen

Taken to a place where they

Are powerless

Concentration camps of the

Mind

The passengers of the plane

Will never return.

At least

Bring back our girls.