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“I reached deep in you and pulled out a cardinal which in bright red flew out the window. ”
― Awe
― Awe
“When people talk about poetry as a project, they suggest that the road through a poem is a single line. When really the road through a poem is a series of lines, like a constellation, all interconnected. Poems take place in the realm of chance, where the self and the universal combine, where life exist. I can’t suggest to you that going through a line that is more like a constellation than a road is easy—or that the blurring of the self and the universal doesn’t shred a poet a little bit in the process. The terrain of a poem is unmapped (including the shapes of the trees along the constellation-road). A great poet knows never to expect sun or rain or cold or wind in the process of creating a poem. In a great poem all can come to the fore at once. It would be worse yet, if none are there at all.”
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“There are things you want to say but don't
There are things I want to say but I already said them
A year ago or two or five, when we first met
There were times I thought you knew I loved you
You never knew
We never were
I died
You died
That's it”
― Rome: Poems
There are things I want to say but I already said them
A year ago or two or five, when we first met
There were times I thought you knew I loved you
You never knew
We never were
I died
You died
That's it”
― Rome: Poems
“A monster
Someone who left me in the dark
Someone who darkened me
A million times over”
― Rome: Poems
Someone who left me in the dark
Someone who darkened me
A million times over”
― Rome: Poems
“And I go looking looking for you in the streets
And I never find you
I never find you at all”
― Rome: Poems
And I never find you
I never find you at all”
― Rome: Poems
“What's worse
To never have them
To have them only in part
What's worse
To be endlessly waiting
To be endlessly waiting
What's worse—nothing or nothing
What's worse”
― Rome: Poems
To never have them
To have them only in part
What's worse
To be endlessly waiting
To be endlessly waiting
What's worse—nothing or nothing
What's worse”
― Rome: Poems
“It is as if I had made you believe
In me once again
It is as if you knew I was your true love
It was as if I didn't have to know
In this life
All you were to me
Was that flower”
― Rome: Poems
In me once again
It is as if you knew I was your true love
It was as if I didn't have to know
In this life
All you were to me
Was that flower”
― Rome: Poems
“You were
Something or someone I loved
But I am a traveler
And I love no one
But the empty road”
― Rome: Poems
Something or someone I loved
But I am a traveler
And I love no one
But the empty road”
― Rome: Poems
“But death is the ultimate blissfulness
To be a candy or a corpse
The world holds you on its tongue
And no one can save you”
― Rome: Poems
To be a candy or a corpse
The world holds you on its tongue
And no one can save you”
― Rome: Poems
“To get rejected so vehemently
Over and over again
Until some said it was the rejection I was after
No it wasn't
I wanted the intensity that you sometimes promised”
― Rome: Poems
Over and over again
Until some said it was the rejection I was after
No it wasn't
I wanted the intensity that you sometimes promised”
― Rome: Poems
“I want you to kiss me hard hard
In the nighttime
And not give up
I don’t want to be a thing
I want to be becoming”
― Rome: Poems
In the nighttime
And not give up
I don’t want to be a thing
I want to be becoming”
― Rome: Poems
“And I am so alone
And I am alone here
With the idea of ghosts
And the idea of humanity, which is a cruel idea”
― Rome: Poems
And I am alone here
With the idea of ghosts
And the idea of humanity, which is a cruel idea”
― Rome: Poems
“I will go back and forth and never be”
― Rome: Poems
― Rome: Poems
“You will realize you love me
But it will be too late
You will cry out for me
I will be long gone
This is not a wish
But what I knew to be so”
― Rome: Poems
But it will be too late
You will cry out for me
I will be long gone
This is not a wish
But what I knew to be so”
― Rome: Poems
“There were things I wished I'd said
And done
But it is too late now
So I go
Heavy with my offering
This book, this book”
― Rome: Poems
And done
But it is too late now
So I go
Heavy with my offering
This book, this book”
― Rome: Poems
“The blue night with trees
Everything told me to feel something
And yet everything you said was a lie
And all my emotions were for nothing”
― Rome: Poems
Everything told me to feel something
And yet everything you said was a lie
And all my emotions were for nothing”
― Rome: Poems
“You are the kind of thing who takes from me
And never gives anything away
And when you call to me with your synchronicity
I can't help but run to you
You my horrible star
I can't help but run to you when you call for me”
― Rome: Poems
And never gives anything away
And when you call to me with your synchronicity
I can't help but run to you
You my horrible star
I can't help but run to you when you call for me”
― Rome: Poems
“The sugar the ice on planets and stars
The romance of the evening
Coated in ice from your dead flesh
Already rotting from within”
― Rome: Poems
The romance of the evening
Coated in ice from your dead flesh
Already rotting from within”
― Rome: Poems
“What is the dull river Lethe
I don't know, but I think it's evil
And when I drink of it I don't see stars
Instead I see the lime groves”
― Rome: Poems
I don't know, but I think it's evil
And when I drink of it I don't see stars
Instead I see the lime groves”
― Rome: Poems
“There have been times love has made my human Instincts into animal ones. Once in a dark lit bar, my love said my poems were shit And I, in the light of the candles, Pushed a sword into myself and fell over a cliff Into a neverending ocean. Once a man 5 years my younger Loved me and then gave me up. I raged around him like a bear. I once cheated on a new boyfriend with an old boyfriend. I cheated on an old boyfriend with a new one. Love has the ability to make the world kind, The specifics of one man always blends into another And turns back into my mother’s kisses on my cheek. It is I who loves, but it is in turn The world that loves me back. The world loves And I love back, the specifics of it Once in tune. Once we kissed and I was Mesmerized by the blondness of his cheek With the light on it and the sweet smell of the earth. But still the light on the cheek is the desert lizards Who will eat us in the afterworld and in the light of the moon Ther is the exhaust of love falling over everything”
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“There was a lonely summer
Where I took the string and unraveled the magic circle from everything
It was because of you, and what you did to me”
― Rome: Poems
Where I took the string and unraveled the magic circle from everything
It was because of you, and what you did to me”
― Rome: Poems
“Now you come to my street in the sunrise
and hold me
There are things you want to say but don’t
There are things I want to say but I already said them”
― Rome: Poems
and hold me
There are things you want to say but don’t
There are things I want to say but I already said them”
― Rome: Poems





