Author: scarlettlockett
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“Atlantis” by Van Gogh
All my life I’ve wondered, Do I want to feel the waves, Or be the storm that is the water? I ponder, Mind stuck on the Illusion of choice, Heart struck by life’s abstraction, And Body tucked into the bedroom. Don’t bother, I’m In my element Diving deeper, drowning to get a little higher I…
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En Vida, En Muerte
We can be two ghosts going to the cafe that still smells warm, reminiscent of canela and piloncillo. There’s solace, I find in knowing I chose this moment with you, at the grocery store stuck at the flowers. “¡Mira qué bonitas! Quiero verlas florecer” So you take us home- Put us in a pot and…
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Flor de Desierto
August brings heartache and a desert sun I adapted to. Pool blue pierces my vision- You know how the heat waters the plants of hallucinations. However green the cuts and delusions proved to be, I scaled your drywall with dreams of a monsoon. Thirst turned me resourceful when I couldn’t get a droplet of communication…
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Aquamarine
The tide reaches for my neck. Salty serenity has a sweet hold of me. Washed up on the shore, the elements strangle a restless heart to sleep. I could never drown out the noise.
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An Ode to Thinking about Art in the City (You)
The wind in the city moves quickly. My feet can only try to keep up with the ballet of traffic. Is it natural for the mind to dance the streets until it roams the finest halls of art ? I think I see you in ripples of rain puddles and renaissance clouds. Both so minuscule…
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On Sensibility
Even with the existence of nothing, creation found a myth to cling to. And like sipped poison, Our guts awaited its arrival. Dissolved by the antidote- An anticipation that can only be tainted by the natural sense of life, The one that’s irrational in its continuous triumph but sensational in spirit. And then there’s us.…
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Thesis
Bits of me search for you in the colors of blossoming flowers, in the warmth of others, in the words of dusty books, in the letters penned at 3 am. The days came and left but they lay to rest in old shoeboxes, unsent. There wasn’t anything I set out to prove. Some research…
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Valley Blue: For the Hope of it All
Reseda Welcomes You It burned, for sure and the air conditioner did nothing to cool my blushed face. Just freshly finished from running- I hardly had the chance to catch my breath when you became a liability to my heartbeat. The wings, they fluttered in every color I could only imagine lived in…
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The Great Whites
Salt and waterHave a way of washing upAll the shit I’ve been putting off for months.March, July, December,Time that meltedMy mindInto hystericsI can’t seem to remember now. You spent summer at the beach,Camino del Sur.There I was, drowningIn The Big Blur.Don’t you think I wanted to let go?There was horror in your literature,Tangled words…
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Somewhere in Ktown…
You live in the summer Sun that set on us. An orange I lust For. It holds the passion Of the moment. The months I ran with bare feet Down the beach With you chasing me. I had only turned 23. What was that, Baby blue? I knocked you down on a whim, It’s…
The Scarlett Locket 