A small space to portray, express, and repurpose.
Thomas Amburn
living in New York
surgery resident at NYU
writings are prose/poetry
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the joy remember we loved you the truths when we foundDo trust we hated each other? I the hurt after we lost forget we accepted the feeling
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Us, it’s green and it’s blueand everything feels sonew. Now you’re here and you’re nearAnd you’re everything I fear.And I say loveand you’re love and we’re so veryin love.We shift with the waves and dip into the depths with sheen of aquamarinesubmerged low in beauteous gulping in the salty seatransforming us into crystal gems we…
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Whenever I see turtles I think of youAnd dandelion leaves, you come in threesYour softness was always what I sawYou taught me new names for love.Now I break my rhyme and rhythm because if it is all broken then let it all be broken, these hands this mouth, the melodrama and the mood swings, the…
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TraditionsIn the days of monograms and pink as the flesh,reigned the ancient traditionsdivided my fleshlost voices that they wereguiding my choiceswhen I loved because I livedstriking down the pathsamong limestone cliffs, they werefamiliar beauties,a folktale of broken kneesnamed from my stumbles,then to be where I would hideburial grounds of days,my distant hazy treasuresthey’re still unnumberedpainted…
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I miss you like hot summer nights.The rolling hills filled with humidity and the flashes of lighting bugs, the buzzes of moths on the porch, the clamor of crickets in the field.I think of you like early morning dew.How cold my feet felt on the grass, covered in chill and dampness, a memory of midnight…
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