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I am WindFree, flowing wind
I may be gentle -
Or I may be fierce!
Connecting, circulating all around the world.
Life's breath ever breathing,
Swirling and howling:
I will not be silenced.
I am StoneStrong, stationary, stone
Bringing earth ever closer.
We originate from one
But we are infinite.
Earth at her strongest
Crushed by years of force
Tine does not bind us;
One makes us stronger.
SpacecadetWhy do I keep coming back to you?
You keep appearing in my life
but I've changed baby.
I'm not the same maybe.
You have me wishing for contact
To see you; cadet.
You've moved on;
But my mind lingers
On you fingers.
The time we've spent,
You've meant to me
Much more then you imagine.
The wounds I opened
I don't know
To Be InfinityLost.
Days or Years?
In every moment
I am blended in the wash
And what a beautiful
Picture it is:
Smooth colors fading
The way of thingsWhy does the light shine only in darkness?
The good is only possible from the bad
To achieve greatness you must suffer,
To achieve godliness you must face death.
You are a glimpse into my future
Godliness is coming for those who are ready
Pick me up like a baby you care for
Cradle my life in your precisions hands
I am blessed to know you.
To SeeYou wash over me
A warm blanket which makes me see
The truths you speak about
profound ideas no doubt
Everything you show me
And the way you make me feel
To be humbled by your greatness
You chose my life or death
My vision is your essence
I see you now
Shinning with brilliant light
You bring me site.
the NEEDTrapped in fear, Broken in silence
You are my only option.
When I feel I need you is when I should run,
Crawling and crawling back
Always you - only you
Blinded to my other options
I chose you
Over and over.
The TrapYou have become my everything:
I'm on the edge without you,
Lost site of all ending.
A dance with death
A wink at the devil
Inside me comes a rumble
and my mind is your pawn,
body a toy and my soul
No bounds when you're within me
and when you leave I'm caged.
The Working ManClick
Working at a lit screen -
Dark, focused, in a haze
Tons of meetings,
Break me down;
Release the flaws, sins..
Don't you see me slipping?
You see me skipping,
The judgemental.What the hell is going on with the world today?
People arguing with others about gay marriage.
Letting their religious beliefs get the best of them.
Judging these people because of their "transverse" aspects.
People arguing with who gets investments
Who will go to war with who.
Protecting their investments.
People who argue about the acceptance of abortion.
What women should do with their own bodies.
The killing of fetal bodies.
Deciding if women should be injected with the papilloma vaccine.
While most women are not sexually active.
People shunning others because of their appearance.
Because they are overweight.
Because they are hideous.
Because they are freaks.
They definitely don't care about what exists in the inside.
People judging others based on their race, ethnicity and disabilities.
Disabilities of all kinds.
People stereotyping men and women based on their sexual orientation.
Lesbians and the Gay.
I have only one thing to say about these on-going battle
Louder than thunderEyes blurred, starry
Breathe heavy, distracted
Skin hot, silky
Voice burred, eager
Breasts perfumed, lush.
She made my five sense louder than thunder
You're desperate, you're not originalCraving love
is a human's factory state
( reset reset reset )
so how could you be
anything but bitter?
We're a pack of hungry dogs,
starving for love, oh gods,
who let us off our chains?
Tearing into each other
as if it could teach us
how to hold a heart
between our sharp teeth.
You see them everywhere -
love floats on, all around,
but never where you are,
or so it seems.
It's alright, it's simply
what you are - we pick
each other apart, because
"this is it, this is love,
this is what we need."
Honey, you're nothing new -
part of a pack of hungry dogs,
howling at the moon, howling
at this girl, howling howling.
We're desperate, some hungry dogs
delivered with a faulty factory state.
MonsterWhen I was younger I was never afraid of the dark. The cold unforgiving black that frightened other children never seemed to bother me. I was content to sit by myself dreaming of a way that I could be alone with the wind and my thoughts forever. It wasn't until I started to become older and the horrors of everyday life appeared, that the dark seemed to frighten me.
I had convinced myself when I was very small that monsters did exist, but who said they had to be bad? In my mind the monster under my bed and I had tea whilst I slept, in my head I hosted wars and I flew on the wings of birds that there will never be enough words to describe. I always believed that monsters where real, but I never believed they were bad.
And I had set up protection for those who sought me harm, I went to bed every night knowing that the teddy’s I positioned around my bed would fight of anything that didn't mean me well, and they had won every war. But it was the horror of everyday life that slowly dwi
TitledIt's not healthy to feel like you wanna die.
I know this..
I'm just too ignorant to change my thinking.
Very similar in fact, to the reason for why some of us keep smoking
We don't have to do it
we can put it down
we can quit...
however despite the fact that we pay for our death many of us don't give a shit.
It's this type of thinking that get a lot of people saying that we should just die
we contribute nothing to society so why do we keep living
sometimes it's as simple as living just to piss those people off
This isn't a poem but rather a collection of cynical thoughts that assist me in living
and I know I'm not the only one
I know I'm not the only who won't talk about my problems cause it makes me weak
I know I'm not the only who won't go to a therapist because of the stereotype that therapy is for
It's the ability to not quit that will ultimately end up killing me
and I welcome it with open arms.
Sunday MorningSundays have come a long way
It's a nice morning on this side of the same window in all my memories
If you only stare at the light on the walls
Where the matchstick man lets in the prescription light
Healing the world of me
Before I’m sick with the warm memory of
Light poured through hallmark movie mornings and grandma’s wholesome soup
I might as well write with a tongue tied in kno-ts
Stall ju-st stopping these stout struts of stuff
This stuff, is better described as stuff than what I tried with a tongue pen
Memory will never be the feeling even with a brain pen
I will need a time pen to write myself over again into the past
But then there is no need to write or time for me as me to be and last
And me as me to see there is a need to stay in those moments forever
Yet we have never stayed in a moment, except this one, long enough to feel
Only long enough to make a memory
That is why it still feels bitter to trust our memory to feel
When we have never once been so far away fr
I choose to Starvethe dorks have their sporks
the nerds have their curds
I have my clay
and I am gay
and I am made of corn
It's a Dead DayThe day is dead
If it ever begun
Which it didn’t
There is something stale about the sun
And the air is full of the feeling of a stiff setting
A dull day on a farm
Or a long long day on the ranch
Somewhat, it could be that
A tired disorganized sun
Lazily leaves dusty light behind
Sort of just stuck there at the bottom
There’s not that sort of music
In the small birds or brown leaves
As if the sounds all died
And even the crows
They’re only yawning
And it seems this way, sort of
There might be fewer cars, somehow
And they all feel farther away
Everyone seems to be moving so slowly
And the conversations are all old cassettes
Played back by some dusty brown box
They’re slicking the streets down with tar
We’re all shuffled up into a long line
Still going to the same work or those sort of places
And the tar smell, it’s sort of coming from the people now
We’re just stuck here like that
On the ridge of a morning
Which is more of an early afternoon
.I love how we can sit in one spot for an hour just holding hands and feel closer. I love how she laughs in that way she does. And I love it when she touches me...on my hand, through my hair, when we brush against each other... I love the flecks of gold in her eyes, the curls in her hair, the scars that she has. I love her. Too much for my own good.
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