I'm controlled chaos An endless spark that can burn Or create a warmth AG
Author: The Eclogues
Holding On
Have I tried too hard? Obsessed over how to keep your almond eyes Locked on this mystery long enough to bestow Distilled expressive justifications of a robust Interest in an old and reliable rustic strength Nothing I have pressed so far has drained the Gorge which keeps me away from your thoughts On weekdays, I try to … Continue reading Holding On
The Middle
Our flourishing county expanded right to left as Instagram captured lights, mingled from block to block like steel strings hiking through hordes of gil’s and ro’s lead by crawling tunes, into private pathways filled with sentimental letters No one stops me when I travel these cracked sidewalks tells me not to meander into secluded pepper drying backstreets I wasn’t prepared for … Continue reading The Middle
Jigsaw
These corners go here Other pieces are scattered Lost some already AG
Me, Shy…Ha
I grabbed my round blue glasses so I could look for a long lost 사과 blush. Was hoping to locate that 5th grade moment when rhyming love letters flew out of my marble note book and into confused hands. The timid sensation of purified water rinsing my face. It's unlike the cinnamon and ginger river that currently flows through my roots. I'm … Continue reading Me, Shy…Ha
Maybe Not
What are you seeking, that you have untethered us like a lost Playland yellow kiss separated from a hive left me riding an empty merry-go-round alone in the dark Maybe this should have been unhurried or it wasn’t to be black seeds consumed by a stubborn bird pecking at our trunk stunting us before … Continue reading Maybe Not
Progress
Let us build on it Stack memories and laughter On top of our smiles AG
Never fear the ride
Don't go now or Make my nights longer I'll be on the platform Hoping a train brings you Carries our drops together To quench a fearful And tempting thirst AG
Mist
You are a cool mist That burns away in the sun Stay on my window AG
I’m not your friend.
I didn't and still don't want to be your friend. A clear diamond, ruby or some other cold gem absorbing arrows and pretending I'm not bleeding through my mesh jersey; soiling the white letters. These words are cast-in-place for extra durability. Dominican concrete, suitable for vertical growth to ensure any city can rise from a … Continue reading I’m not your friend.
The Eclogues 
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