Dylan Rivera

Owls create shadows that hurdle with trepidation.
Their eyes cut behind your ears
to keep you from listening to their words unsaid.
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Stand tall on rooftops.
Make them dropp their gluttony holes,
buoy their focus,
and hinge their snickers,
onto uneasiness.
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I shall not find a traveller
with heavy bags filled of tree bark
thick and brown
like the clothes I wear
and the weight I carry
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We’re all rats.
Our fingers typing,
Sounding like mice,
Scattering cupboards.
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Inspiration doesn't always come so easily.
I find it hard to create
when thoughts aren't always where they need to be.
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Their dreams landed just under the roof.
Ambitions last seen in lost fathers and soulless mothers.
Men illuminate the block with true inhibitions and become distant lovers.
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Good people are like finding clean white socks
cotton,
and when the winter comes,
they protect any air
reaping through unknown seams on the bottoms of boots,
freshly cleaned from pure snow.
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When you first meet,
it feels perhaps you know.
'I love you' let me just say,
because of course with time, we'll grow.
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I shivered as my body protected me from myself.
That cold feeling inside,
when you think of someone you love
is about to give you your heart back.
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We know they're fools.
Keeping their insanity clasped in their hands;
clenching their wisdom between their palms.
Down by the bay, they are stillborn
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I think I know
I think he does too.
Or maybe she?
Oh, I don't know.
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He wore a cologne that made my heart stop
like rain on a sunny day in a coming spring.
His voice was soothing,
mystical: Billie Holiday,
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Words linger onto paper,
or a technologically advanced beam.
And all the while I seem to be the victim.
The fiend.
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Suffocated by these notions of thought.
Words.
Seeking unchained hands,
it abandons all ransom inquiries.
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No more 'am I going to say I want.

No longer will I I speak about the self being taunt.
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