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Poets are souls at war with words
from battles waged within.

Sometimes,
to be alone is the best company.

Our love
was not
meant to be
it would stay forever
as unsent letters
dusting
in the quiet basements
of our hearts.

She remained in me
as memories
released at random
as warm nostalgia
or terrible anxiety.

Love
the one they are
not the one
they should be.

She burrowed her face
into me,
"I missed you,"
she said,
"long before I ever knew you".

LIFE
IS THE ART
OF FAILING
MAGNIFICENTLY.

The trick is always
to try
collect the tries
like trophies
and you will
never lose.

We will never get back the life we waste
trying to be normal.

The earth was drunk
and it stumbled along
as I walked
steadily home from the bar.

Some days life is a grand
adventure,
other days it seems
an uncomfortable necessity
between sleeps.

Too many die
with a brush in their hands
a heart full of colors
and a lifetime of empty canvases.

There is not enough time in life
to worry about there not being
enough time in life.

Everything
we love
is just
well-
arranged
dust.