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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Morning donut, drives through a marsh, SPF protected sun kissed skinMy caffeinated amygdala If that’s even a thingAlcohol supported slumber Sweet dreams, sweet dreamerSunbeams trapped in my eyelidsReleased with blinksGulps of salt water, pink birds, unprevented sunburnMy lungs clear themselvesAnd I breath like I haven’t before I haven’t before Ghost crab and a lookI go…
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I can’t look you in the eyes,Because truthfully,I’d forgive you for anything,And sometimes we shouldn’t forgive,EverythingWatching skyscrapers run past the crescent moon,Something magical is alive tonight,As the lights pass by the windows,Any moment we could plunge underground.And this interlude doesn’t make me forgetThat I can’t lie that I trust you.It takes time, and I said…
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Icarus to inner thoughtsWe burn upWe go farMarinas to JupiterWe live on fringesWe are extremophiles Specters to living deadWe switch overWe become what we’re not
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I was born to take care of flowers, nodding in the off current winds, sweet later summers scents saturated in humidity, I was born to be among them, to live unencapsulated stretched to the stratosphere, under the pink to orange clouds, existing where the night and day meet, and leave, and unable to put words…
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I’m sorryI don’t want to hear itIt’s forFor whatWe just have to make itTo midnight Then midnight Then midnightThen midnightAnd after all the midnights We can liveLearn to survive With the fucked up shitShitShitIt’s all shitThe fucked up shit The world does to usAnd it doesn’t even matter ToThemAnd we still Make it To midnight…
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