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a leaf on the branch a simple bulb blooming bigger each day turning a different hue drying yellowing billowing the inevitable ©2018, Quiyet Brul

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you still smell like how i remember you said when i don't even remember my own scent but yours changed it's the smell of nostalgia, mixed with the cigarette you smoked last night and the stench of the sin we made we are living our present the way we did in the past ©2018, Quiyet …

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will people think of you after your death? for how long? will they remember it's your birthday five years from now? will they miss your smile and wit? will they see your eyes and hear your laughter in their sleep? will they feel you in the breeze when you become one with the air? for …

1.7

i am both living in the past and the future —— where the horizons meet in between —— i feel the pain of failure in the past along with the pressure from the future i'm anxious that people will leave in the future the way others did in the past. my heart lives in the …

1.5

the taste of you still lingers on the back of my mouth all while feeling the traces of your fingers from my hair to my forehead down to my cheeks, and then slowly, very slowly, really slowly down my body where you grabbed everything as if you were picking cherries just to sell for your …

1.4

This is totally out of my posting schedule, but it's something I MUST share with you! Today, I learned that I shouldn't look and smirk at people, especially when I am in the restroom and the other person just finished defecating. I mean, I knew that. I knew not to do that when, for example, …

1.3

you throw away knives, pencil sharpeners, and forks; all gone but fingernails too jagged, too weak to dig beneath the skin you continue to chew to get further in, careless about the dirt living under it's better this way you tell yourself and you accept the lie until you see your reflection wearing another's skin so strange, …