If diamonds form under pressure, then I am not a diamond.
Or maybe I am.
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If diamonds form under pressure, then I am not a diamond.
Or maybe I am.
Continue reading “Diamond Lies”a free verse poem
We are the poetry of the streets,
youthful and full of ambitions.
Cacophony rising as voices mingle
at night when we wander together.
There are no quiet hours.
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the ocean a stand in for a thousand things I want to say to you
the sea a million twinkling metaphors
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An adoring look, a squeeze, a gentle reminder.
Wholesome moments and not so wholesome words.
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If I were
the wind whipping through your hair
on late night drives with the windows down
after the rain just stopped,
leaving the road shiny and slick with wetness
and the smell of damp asphalt still permeating the air,
would you then believe
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