Lifetimes (part 2)

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You draw nostalgia from my well
Of buried memories:
Feelings of love that were never supposed to resurrect
Feelings of love that I kinda, sometimes, maybe, wanted to resurrect
 
To tell me there’s still beauty to fight for.

“Have I met you before?”
 
You travel through distance,
Outside time’s boundaries;
Travel through Space and Time
Knowing limitation is all in the mind
 
Maybe you’ve come for me, I’m hoping.
This time and age hasn’t been merciful…
I wanna go back!

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Sometimes you meet someone, and they remind you of exactly another person who you had met in the past. You know it is not the same person, but you just cannot shake the feeling. The sentiment, resemblance, and aura that the person gives you is too strong for it to not be the person you knew in the past. It’s too strong for them to not have time traveled.

the day is an illusion — No Talent For Certainty

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the sun is an opinion, the world is just a myth, the heart’s a phony tower, a phantom monolith — the day is an illusion, the night, a vain ideal — the hope of dawn is empty, but the ache is real

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Sin on Paper

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Words in pen,
Pen on paper.

Watch out for your sin,
They’ll hunt you later.

Write, write and sing—
Sing in your bottle of gin.

Sing your crisis,
Your shadow parting from your below;
You think you’re a hero.

Whisper your tragedies away, into your palms
Bless the young lady with your hand;
Bless her with the curse you pain—
The poison from a blessing.

Now, you see her eyes in every maiden’s lenses.
They’re hunting you past your choruses of,
“I’m sorry, please take me back. I Can Do Better!”
They’re the nightmare in your best dreams,
And you’re wishing cancer was in your genes.

So, give your life to gin;
It will deafen you, and you won’t hear yourself sing vain.

Pen on paper,
But your pen, is full with your sin.

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Domino Pieces (part one)

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On the corner of Troy and Eastern Parkway,

There’s a hive of Haitians.

Swarming an old wooden table

Skeleted with Domino Pieces

Summoning loud conversations about…

Who knows?
It attracts me Home
It attracts me Home.

Where these old tables are glistened to look new

With skinny metal legs twisting

“I need to pee”

Yet, it still withstood the exhilarating slams

Of Domino Pieces.

Reverberating magnificent melody behind mountains;

An echo that seizes attention,

Ask for respect–your temptation.
It reminds me of Home

One Swipe

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Legend has it:

When a New Yorker’s phone dies

And they seek to find

“My way back home”,
They kiss their ears with the sun-kissed pavement;

Concrete sidewalk,

And let their soul connect to the undergrounds:

The rushing, swivel

Tunnel.

Fetch for distinct sounds of 

Rumbling; Tumbling

Awakening,

Belonging; Life.
Follow all that noise–

A screetch known to be cultural

To the nearest train station.
In NYC, every train points Home.

How I Escaped Engineering School

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Quiet Room (poem)

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Headphones in
Voices on each end
Of the cellular.

Don’t be someone’s bother.
Remain in their head, they would rather
Limiting interaction to the screen and their mental.

Video games in hand
Necks bent over
Like they’re not sober

Nor alive.

 
Copyright © 2017 by, Charles Joseph Augustin

9-Word Story (Poetry)

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​Once upon a time,

I persevered ’till

The end.

20-word story challenge

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Poetry

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Take a deep breath 
It’s okay, I swear…
Fine, it is not okay. 
But, it will get better 
And that, I promise you.

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