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And sometimes the inspiration comes from you… “Tiffany” You have a harp string kind of life, Where you and I no longer hold a place, Within the music that you write. And your words I burned into ...

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“A Black Hole Goodbye” I am a constellation of stars that have fallen apart, and there exists only the slightest bend in my burn that might set me aright. There are fortunes and names attributed...

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And sometimes the inspiration comes from the very textured fabric of all of me to the very smooth silk of all of you.. “I Fell In Love With A Ghost” I am in love with your ghost. The empty shell ...

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“Nonsense Fails” She screams into silhouettes, Burns the incense on the desk, And I find myself a mortal. A mortal mess. When she lingers, Wanders, To confess. This minefield of a dream, Burns th...

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And sometimes the inspiration comes from the fury of a moment, the indelible imprint of atonement, and somehow seeking the median.. “Her Daydreams” She writes my name on all her jeans Builds her ...

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Reflective Thoughts I am so completely unhappy with myself right now. It’s amazing to look back, reflect on all the changes I have made to myself and adjusted my course. For decades now. I try, I...

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“Oh, How I Wonder” (Older Poem Recited to Start the Video) And sometimes the inspiration comes from what resonates within the canopy of our hearts in the brightness of day and the tranquility of...

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Listen to me ramble, as well as actually recite this poem aloud here! https://soundcloud.com/brian-milici/lightning-strikes-by-brian-milici-sept-28-2015 And sometimes the inspiration comes from ...

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So the last entry was terrible. Hopefully this is better. I promise nothing other than to be true to you, because I am always true to me. (Much in my life is happening, but I have so little energ...

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And sometimes the inspiration comes from setting your course without a target in sight but rather in mind.. “Storm of Poseidon” If I were as lithe as the ocean, and my churning waves were collaps...

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I’ve been too busy living life, I guess, to really update the way I want to.. and this past weekend was about a hundred stories. I never have time to frame them the way I want. The perfectionist ...

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And sometimes the inspiration comes from the moments you press your fingers into clay, and you form the words from the clay of life.. “You Are Sundance” There are streaks in my night sky Stars bu...

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And sometimes the inspiration comes from the settling of thought and the rumbling of every other part.. “Web of Desire” You are a thought – An idea – Conceptual, So sensual, And I – Woefully inco...

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She’s a dream, I find, as the only time we make love is when I close my eyes. And she is there forming herself to my body. I am bending to her will as she curves her form about my spine. Her scen...

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So I cannot begin to explain this. I plan to. There’s an entry dedicated to Katrina. It’s been percolating in my head for months now. Since I first started writing here. She has been a fixture in...

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And sometimes the inspiration comes from late nights by candle lights.. “Center Star” My words, they falter The moon looms larger And it is my hopes Oh, darling, my hopes They stand taller All be...

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And sometimes the inspiration comes from the moments and the fingers of the least expected.. “I Believe In The Stars” I believe in the stars They are opulent In their staggering beauty And unlike...

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I don’t know where to begin. There is no singular point that is in any grand way defining my existence right now. Except confusion. I am without direction. A rudderless vessel without proper ins...

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And sometimes the inspiration comes from letting your bleeding heart stain the words on the pages.. “Salt & Bleach” Fuck your heart Fuck your mind Fuck your love Fuck your quiet I don’t want ...

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Swollen hearts and sideways glances, hair full of daisies so white she fancies, on moonbeam highways in her honeycomb sandals, she speaks from her soul holding strawberry candles, alit in the ver...

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The soft, plush pillow offers up no comfort tonight as I lay my head upon it with my eyes shut tight. I hear the soft whir of the ceiling fan above me pulsing almost in unison with my own rhythmi...

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And sometimes the inspiration comes from the very depths of the soul.. “we are” we are forever changing skylines where our once shimmering sunlight bends so violently beneath the darkness the da...

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And sometimes the inspiration comes from believing in the promise of the night, and her lovely sky that holds the cards.. “Candles To The Stars” I am holding candles to the stars And wishing upon...

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There are no words tonight. I have tried. I am a dried out husk. Barely alive. Reliving the past. Always living and reliving life inside these walls that constitute my mind. So old poetry it is....

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Alright, so the first run I actually was 90% completed the poem and my monitor literally shut down on me. I’m not going to bother to edit the video, so I ended up ending that one and just doing a...

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