| i like to pretend i can write. |


because i am a cynic today.today you give yourself awaybecause i am a cynic today.
to roads
seen only through windows wet with rain; a sign says
we are fifteen minutes out of town,
but we say we are two years out of luck
you surrender to a map
(but it can never be of life)
and so we are still lost
and no,
we will not find god here.


damn.you sit, staring at cracks in white walls. lyrical memoriesdamn.
repeat and your only thoughts are of this summer
how on diving boards, you hesitate before
jumping; how on friday nights
you reject
drunken bonfires for a hole you dug
in the sand
to hide from noise;
how red 'x's are scratched
on papers, crumpled
and left in corners
and how turning right
isnt always possible.


a promise.i ama promise.
a summer day, riding a bike and
crashing; i am scarred, scraped knees but i am
healing. i am in a city of leaves, hiding
from letters and numbers. i am the ice pressed against skin,
raising goosebumps; i am the powder drifting from the sky,
and i am the grass peeking from underneath white.
i am life.


a poem about your skin.you are covereda poem about your skin.
by land, a lithosphere, a continent sprinkled with snow. i watch
sky-water run off your surface, leak into cracks. i name your freckles after cities,
your eyes after oceans. you are a world, my world, but this
is only a layer.
for my creative writing class we were told to find two poems that really spoke to us, and stood out to us. your poems are amazing. ive been reading poetry shoved onto my desk by my vapid creative writing teacher for the last week and your poems are alot better than anything ive read yet.
dude, you've got sick shit.
can you give me a name i can say the author of your poems are ?
i really dont know if were only supposed to bring in poems by famous people, but fuck that shit. you're better than them.
P.S. i love your poems. They are too amazing to put in words
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the whisperer is louder than the shouter
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