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walking barefoot through poems -

some words soft, others bruise

the soul & maybe salvation is

a hymn our names can’t

exercise; I want to kiss you like

the sky kisses the sea at every

sunset: bold & without hesitation -

darling, without you my heart would

be an empty vase, a silent poem,

an endless night

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l i l a c s

baby lilacs bloom as we speak -

heed caution of their potency.

sweetness so hypnotizing,

the gardener intoxicated

in tender daydreams. coating

bitterness of post pandemic 

reality in delicate purple honey.

- aleta jay

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garden war

there is a war in my garden, between dandelion “weeds”  and mint leaves.

the neighbors insist  that the yellow flowers will only be a nuisance for summer’s herbal harvest.

i can’t help but feel empathy for the despised plant and its tenacity. blamed for suffocating the weird things we’ve planted.

i decided to let the “weeds” be. for once, they shall grow free.

- aleta jay

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On nights like today I push the memories         under the rug, and I miss you a little more …

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En noches como hoy empujo los recuerdos        bajo la alfombra, y te echo un poco más de menos…

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Find something to talk about. Anything.

Convince them. Make better memories for the fall. Be

funny! You’re so kind it’s obscene. You’re a wind-up

doll.

(People whom you call your friends shouldn’t make you nervous.)

You’re lenticular; you change the picture in the light.

You lie. Convince them.

Tell the truth to make up for the fact that it happened

to you, that it is you. Edit that motherfucker ‘til God

makes sense, I don’t care. Again. Again.

KTB

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silence is a luxury we spoon feed distance when our eyes don’t remember the definition of memory. when smiling is no longer a reflex that answers to numbered breaths. I’ve been broken in places I didn’t even know I was weak in, but we have a way of gathering dust under expired names. sometimes I think I’ve created a home for my heart by collecting broken pieces of feelings and trying my best to make them fit together. darling, sometimes the light shines too bright; will you just sit with me in the dark?

If I could, I’d wrap myself around you: quiet as a cloud, soft as a shadow.

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do i love you? to the point that I may scream internally and externally everytime I see you, bow to you, wanting to wake up every morning next to you and drink wine at night with you, take you to museum and movie dates, read each other poetry until we fall asleep and kiss you gently but passionate, yes maybe I do.

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In every natural flaw, there is a hidden masterpiece.

Channing H.M (via de-morte)

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✨Books I bought on vacation✨

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My mom says "A good day can never be lived twice", and it makes me want to replay all my good days so I can erase all the times I was too anxious to enjoy life,

My dad tells me to make so much memories with the people I love because we won't be this close for eternity, it makes me want to go back and chide myself for all the times I didn't show up or didn't live the present moment because of stupid insecurity,

My grandma used to say "don't over-plan trips, for the best memories are unplanned", it makes me want to slap myself for every time I made a scene because things didn't go as planned,

My grandfather says "the only time you should recall memories is before you fall asleep; you should be too busy making new memories the rest of the time", and it makes me want to go back in time and pull myself out of the corner and dance instead of remembering another lifetime,

Another person said that life is too short and the world is too wide, and it makes my heart flip in desire and fill with pride,

God I just want to live.

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