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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There is a soft hum of thingsThings being hummed aliveThings beingMy exhaustion, the AC unit, a conversation drifting out a window, truths I try to not make time for, hungerHunger that came to me in a dreamA living sensation like a memoryThat felt lived and loved Deeply it feels alive and loving How can the…
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Careful on the decline, speeds can make the ride treacherous – supersonic hyperspeed giver of giftswarping into the passing of lights,the shooting stars parallel by your head.They bring you news about to land, good things are on their way,you deserve them, learn to welcome them,you know how good you are -keep going, feel the heat…
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It’s difficult for me to not mix hurt with anger, not blend the two into an inseparable poison,a deadly duo capable to destroy. What I feel and what you did aren’t wrong.I’m learning to divide the two, to not burnthe fields that have been already dug up.
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Where’s the one who loves you? That hollowed church remains hallowed after so many years, covered in graffiti paint declaring the resounding message of, “I was here”. We were all here at times, We were all loved and loving at times. At times, we felt how vacant a person can feel. Concrete rubble and zapped…
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