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The Nike walk away The door in my face The bewildering space or place that you inhabited, last i saw you have you been reckless with my heart? thinking you have no responsibility for the story that played out and the level of my concern there is caution tape around my heart as if it were a crime scene what has happened to you and how it affects me ─ my imagination of reality what space are we sh..

iNOTE 2017. 2. 28. 04:34

Creating art is no different than making love. As an artist, the emotion you possess when penning words is like being disarmed or disrobed. It is akin to when your lover’s manhood applies pressure to your cervix while engaging in intercourse, (he ventures to places in you that he ought not), he exposes you, just as your art does. And when he exposes you, you cannot help but to whimper and moan l..

iNOTE 2017. 2. 17. 02:00

I was somewhere on the brink of consciousness and an amphetamine high this morning when I began to write a poem in my head. I was wrapped in your arms and wouldn’t have traded that pure serenity for anything. It went something like this: I never thought hands so rough could dance so smoothly across my skin. I never thought a mind so tormented would let me in to take a look around. I never though..

iNOTE 2017. 1. 16. 15:46

My difficulties come from not speaking up, but I’m always afraid to crack the egg shells I’m walking on. In my head everything is so plain and simple, all the words fit perfectly. It’s when they reach my lips on their way to your ears that everything gets lost in translation. Life these days are lists full of wishy-washy decisions. Life changing and rearranging that leave me empty and passionles..

iNOTE 2017. 1. 9. 12:41

Blanket Fort Dream Piled blankets on living room floors. Ghost tales, folklore. When you have all you need you never want more. Lay here, I’m yours. Whisper your secrets – emphatic dark eyes. Wrong words, revise. Be my forever or be my demise. Can’t say, surprise. Candles, shadows, half-written prose. Wrong key – transpose. “I know you loved me but where could this go?” My love, who knows? List ..

iNOTE 2016. 12. 14. 03:06

My difficulties come from not speaking up, but I’m always afraid to crack the egg shells I’m walking on. In my head everything is so plain and simple, all the words fit perfectly. It’s when they reach my lips on their way to your ears that everything gets lost in translation. Life these days are lists full of wishy-washy decisions. Life changing and rearranging that leave me empty and passionles..

iNOTE 2016. 12. 7. 05:41

morning thoughts of you simply linger about they dance and they tease with the sweetest of ease then tangle within the curly locks of my hair with each strand that i brush the thoughts will not hush they tickle my skin as i pull on my sweater the butterflies surround and the intensity mounds i feel you within i feel you without even closing my eyes it’s my hunger that cries i long to be touched ..

iNOTE 2016. 11. 27. 22:53

Hey, sorry to bother you. But I was just calling to say goodbye one last time. Don’t worry, I’m not offing myself or something. I just can’t really do this anymore. The pain is too much for me to handle any longer. It’s different than other heartbreaks, or even other unrequited loves; we have grown up together, best friends, zero secrets. That’s not healthy and it’s been breaking me for years, t..

iNOTE 2016. 11. 22. 04:09