the_illumin_alby

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poet/writer/comedian from San Jose CA co host of the “HorrorFi Me” podcast available on iTunes and SoundCloud

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  • the_illumin_alby 19w

    I have PTSD from Herbal Essence because it smells like every girlfriend I had in High school

    She chewed on red roses
    To feel love again
    Only to find herself leaking from
    The holes
    By gripping the thorns
    Bare hands
    Bury your soul in the soil
    And recycle



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  • the_illumin_alby 19w

    Throwing bath bombs in quicksand

    Sunshine rests
    On your face
    I guess you’ll get a
    Feel on how the
    Devil
    Will kiss you
    Goodbye



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  • the_illumin_alby 19w

    Eating snails to be faster

    Dishing dirt
    Only to end up
    Tasting dirt
    In the end
    Roll over
    To stay under




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  • the_illumin_alby 20w

    While the wound is raw moonwalk on it

    Count the needles
    In the grass
    Before you go diving
    Bend your arms
    Like broken wings



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  • the_illumin_alby 20w

    I should’ve left her in the Kenny G mosh pit

    Whiplash
    Until you can
    Travel back
    In time
    With papercuts
    On your tongue



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  • the_illumin_alby 20w

    Swiping left and right like a Nintendo password

    He wears a picture
    Frame around
    His neck
    As he wants to be
    A memory
    Already



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  • the_illumin_alby 20w

    Trench coat allowed in the salon at the loony bin

    Endless hallways
    Makes for
    A glitchy
    Treadmill

    Waving the white
    Flag makes
    For a sweet
    Surrender



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  • the_illumin_alby 20w

    Cannonball into thumbtacks

    Bare back
    You draw circles
    On my back

    Little did I know
    It was an ice pick
    Romance



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  • the_illumin_alby 21w

    Callus fetish

    On the edge
    Of a rooftop
    With jet lag
    Thoughts
    And coffee stained
    Letters to
    The dead



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  • the_illumin_alby 21w

    She read my poetry and now she’s a mute

    Heroin hugs
    And cocaine kisses
    Now you’re in a basement
    At a church
    Wondering
    What went wrong



    ©the_illumin_alby