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Can I Tell You Something?

Book by Karl Kristian Flores · 42 quotes · Heartbreak, Poetry, Grief

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“I wish I hadn't met you in the rain: it comes every winter. I wish you hadn't told me your favorite wine: I've become a drinker. I wish I never showed you my hidden birthmark: It looks back at me at night asking where you are. I wish I hadn't read you my journal, all the pages praising you, It's corrupted now that I can't tell if I write for me or you. I wish I hadn't told you my daily routine: it's not mine anymore. I can't enjoy 11:11, my favorite song, a birthday cake, or a concert tour. I'm not afraid of the future, it's the past that takes a while.”

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“I tried to book a flight to her mind, but I’m not on the list. And now I’m terminal: I’m breathing brandy. I’ve incorporated another tally mark on my wrist. I get my vitamins in: colored capsules I call candy. Life is just a bunch of dashes— Interrupted sentences with no finish line. But at least if you wet your eyelashes, You can get a cinematic look in life.”

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“I will push the swing for you And smile at how high that last one was And you will forget I'm even there too, Giggling in eternity the way a child does. For a few seconds, I sometimes would like the chance To swing this swing and kiss the sky But you love too much this current dance So I'll keep pushing your swing and tell myself, "Goodbye”

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“His mattress was his bathroom was his dinner plate And he fights for food against roaches and rats And the all-purpose pavement gets colder as the year gets late, So the roaches get bigger and the vermin turn to bats. We never have enough money to hand to cardboard holders, But always enough for extra açaí, bacon, or premium. And we bet they're scamming us, those damn freeloaders, But that's just it: a bet-- and premium is just premium. We guarantee the next has it covered, that car behind us, Ignoring how they like premium the same way we do. First judgements have always been our widespread virus, But truth is the property of man and that we can't lose.”

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“There is more in front: a timid, desperate cub Locked in a fickle case, wounded and incoherent. We are all that youngling, together in this cosmic hub, And we are not alone in the universe, we are it. But beware the pavement makes us only see the peachy— We care about the diapered: the children and the old, And anyone in between is just an asshole species. The challenge is to see the little child through their cold For we don’t grow at the same pace as our body.”

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“I liked a girl, but never knew what to say. I won awards, longing for your "hooray." I was in a play doing whatever wildness suited. I did the same drugs mom said you did. It was always momma and me. You loved the racetracks for decades, but left me at three. All my friends were fatted with a love to claim, And the only thing you ever gave me was your name.”

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“Are you in there? If not here, then where'd you go? They say the living arena Earth and the dead are out, But where are those trapped in-between high and low? Where exactly are you wandering about? Why would this happen to a human being? I want to curse God and call him a fake, But I am too desperate to risk ruining The chance he may choose to help today.”

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“Are you in there? If not here, then where'd you go? They say the living are on Earth and the dead are out, But where are those trapped in-between high and low? Where exactly are you wandering about? Why would this happen to a human being? I want to curse God and call him a fake, But I am too desperate to risk ruining The chance he may choose to help today.”

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“I'm in my room, consuming, cyber, and confused. I don't remember the last time I made something Besides blunts, cum, minimum wage, bad grades, a noose. Sometimes I know I'm just twiddling my thumbs in front of a screen, That the songs about the money make me fake feel rich too. That the porn gets weirder, life gets shorter, and I eat shit stew. That these unrealistic characters I play make me feel strong. That I'm screaming at plastic that did nothing wrong. That I'm hurting and escaping and yearning and breaking. That underneath this hole, I may actually have some flair. Sometimes I'd like to leave my room and go see what's out there. Would you like to go with me?”

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“Dried leaves that stomp on other dried leaves-- This is man. Snails pretending to have tortoise shells-- This is man. We're so good, aren't we, at saying we're not cold-- Assuring others even as we shiver and turn blue. But I know you're lying, you might as well fold, Because I'm pretending to be pink while shivering, too.”

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“Just because they write something In this font And break apart their lines To rhyme To dramatize To imitate Doesn’t make what they say true. And quotations marks Don’t make sentences “life conclusions.” A post, a page, A billboard, or a wallpaper— Let it swirl for a few and if you want to spit it out, Vomit. If you want to keep it, Let it ride shotgun. But argue with it first. Debate. Don’t simply accept it Because you may By accident Accept a monster Disguised As a poem.”

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