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Felt

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I feel too much Even my soul has a thousand fingers Grasping at me desperately Reminding me there’s still something left to hold into Each one manicured Fixed upon pursed lips Don’t tell them my secrets That I feel everything in this room I feel all of you I feel the pain of bleeding hands reaching for something in a numb world So much of me consumed in every touch Because this body has been a punch card For betrayal in violent love For violence from those I trust Every now and again I come to claim my free crashout When someone tries to poke me Where I once was punched When words hack holes into my heart Every disappointment silently tears me apart Still I wear this smile Like a bandaid over axe wounds Bandages wrapped ‘round me In lengths of poetic scriptures Winding me more tightly With every length of salt-smudged prose  Pins poking out my flesh I carry them Wondering If anyone’s noticed I’m walking funny Those who know me best Still only know the puppet of my patchwork inadequ...
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Homecoming (10 yr Anniversary Rework)

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 Homecoming (rework 2026) Once upon a time we were tightrope walkers strung up over gravel paths Held steady and high by our pride and porcelain masks We were strong (we were foolish) Fumbling our fates to a familiar furnace  Fire in the bellies of the young and ruthless Forged from my brother’s lessons Lessening the sting of any fleeting tear  You can either be afraid or be feared With no home to call our own but the blood in our veins We became residents to our family names “Neverland” stamped upon skin As though instructions for a return address We moved feral and free through darkness Liberated in our self-indulgence The world at our heels Thinking no one could ever touch us  Until the consequences of our past  Cultivated pain from what had provided protection  Hidden beneath our fractured porcelain Cracked smiles and blood stains Across dirty faces with forced grins  Our brother was taken from us—leader of the lost boys, Peter Pan Five years retur...
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A Note for the Next Generation

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Spent lifetimes in shades of quiet overcast Petals wilted from lack of sustenance Overcome by cravings for sunshine on my skin Called to this sinful city crying for redemption Found myself buried in concrete, lights blinding Falling so easily sueded by the superficial Finding solace in moonrise Wondering how many times God could forgive me for bastardizing my Light for the intrigue of neon Remembering what darkness has always taught me Roots never stop reaching even through city streets Spreading the wisdom of sunflowers How we turn to one another in absence of sun
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Lovable Hearts (Series)

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Anyone can love  But it takes a bold heart to say no No thank you actually I’m good This feels too much like something I’ve known That comfort in place of commitment That straddling of a gray area Though they may feel great in areas Which the heart certainly stimulates I know this warmth is a pot of tea  Posing as a jacuzzi  I’ve seen its life force run dry completely Burning me Just to discover I probably would have preferred coffee anyway Anyone can be loved  But it takes a rare heart to know it would rather be moved In rhythms which align in synchrony Symphonies of “I love you”s could maybe stand the test of time  But a shared trajectory  Now that’s a beat I’d love to tap my toes to Reciprocity in all aspects, Romance, Spirit, Life.. Like mm yeah talk to me nice Frost once said Our fates could all end in fire or ice I say, Hell is a place I once fell into motions of monotony Where his heartbeat no longer moved me But I was too scared to dance to somethin...
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Canon Event

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Is it too soon to say I miss you Because I do And it’s getting pretty hard to hide  This game of cat and mouse has me tired As I’ve always been a little more feline Always had an extra scratch in my bones Itching for heartbeat percussions & dreamscape melodies Turning houses into homes while we’re in escrow and I’m still waiting for my keys But we, Are more passport stamps than white picket fence Hands clasped as I lean against your chest Staring together at a world of possibilities I am a student of taking things slow Learning to enjoy everything in macro Up close and personal Where a single breath is an eternity Light telling tales in simple complexities of framing and shadow Shallow observations deepened in discovered subtleties If photo albums had chapters This is the one I learn to master Our best moments captured In tonal ranges from light to dark - a shift in perspective  Roadmap to my heart Presented in Polaroid prints I’ve collected Sometimes I feel overexposed Wh...
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L.L.C.

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Long live Castor Long live his dimpled smiles, Long live his thoughtfulness, and his ability to be both calming and goofy at the same time I will always see him in every Spider-Man costume, every mosh pit Every skeleton knife Every Christmas tree ornament In every mop of hair, and boy with pierced ears Every rice burner Every toy organizer Like the one from ikea I had in a box for months before he tried putting it together himself and broke a few pieces and I had to fix it… it was still a really nice gesture😂🥰 Long live Castor in every heart he’s ever touched Like lingering strands of sunlight clinging to the mountaintops at dusk We say goodnight instead of goodbye Knowing a beautiful sunrise awaits us when we meet again Long live Castor on earth as he is in heaven Forever remembered God’s sweetest angel
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Storyteller

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Been stuck on a road Too high to mine for gold Down in the dirt Where I face my shadows, my hurt Learning to garden As my chrysalis hardens Burying bodies of chapters That lost their laughter Compositions of compost matter Fertility for the freshly sown to grow   Watered with drooling pleasures Unsevered sense of self I keep my healing in pockets  With my flowers and rocks Woven into song lyrics, quiet moments Neck kisses in between breaths Anything to help Curb the craving for lust and love bombs Delicate fingertips Tracing the lines of my palms Playing it cool  But don’t leave me in the cold Don’t leave me at all If I should be so bold  Engineered thoughts To stray from what I’ve always known 
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