Canned or be canned.

Canned or be canned..

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Sometimes I stay silent not knowing what to say as I feel like I have nothing to give.
Other days I say too much and i struggle to swallow words not meant to exist.
I wonder about purpose. 

I wonder about my purpose ?

I’m sure I know He knows it. 
Sometimes the wall starts to close in a little.
I crawl away a little from the light, take comfort in the dark that is familiar. 
I try to play a little,

Read,

Write 

Draw something 

But that feeling.

Just gnaws till you address it.

Little a hamster on a wheel 

A fly in a wall

We try to live or observe.
So I live a little,

Observe to try a little 

And hope I give more juiced to existence before I expire. 

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Dessert 010217


Dessert 010217

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In a world so full of love,

I could never choose hate.
In a life so full of memories, 

I could only choose the dark and good ones.
You and we are intertwine 

Like threads to a tapestry.
We are so alike 

And so different 

It just blows my mind… In a time from the past, 

To the present 

And beyond 

Everything you say just makes me wonder 

And I’ll wonder if you ever question,
Why the maker made you?

And your purpose?

And your pain?
Could you and would you have 

Rewritten your stories?

And remade ours?
In the capsule of a time 

Age carries faded memories of time 

We hold hands and exchange pleasantries.
I’m hoping we will exchange hearts and meaningful conversations 

That can withstand the grime of time. 

I’ll Savour them.

Half awake half asleep.


You once told me in the turn of a moon or three that you love me.

Mesmerized by the possibility of it 

I wouldn’t sleep for hours, days and weeks.

Yet the sun came and I awoke from this dream.

A lingering wisp of your kiss still on my lips. 

Sweet dreams. Night night.


Just the sound of the fan turning 

The peace 

The quiet 

Cars running in a distance 

Soft covers 

Warm sheets

Nights like this makes me dreamy 

And I don’t really feel like falling asleep

Yet sandman draws me but not before I write this last piece.

Mocha and cappuccino 


Mocha and cappuccino 

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I got the order wrong 

And he chided.

All I could see was the beauty in his eyes.

How can one not love that face?
I got it mixed up and his smile melted my gaze.

He flicked the tips of my fingers delicately so playfully 

It made this heart race.
Just like ice melting in the sun

My heart melted in this summer haze, 

As our lips touched a single cup shared between 

A dazzled and a dazed. 

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