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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,
...there are these
clutching the ridges
and it gets harder to
as they strangle me like
Darker today.There is nothing more terrifying
Than looking at yourself
And wondering how
You could love
There is nothing more dark
Than looking at yourself
And feeling like
You are just
It's a livingI have a tourniquet a needle and some coffee
I can´t sleep, I don´t want to, you can´t make me
I don´t need to rest, these dreams aren´t even worth it
They are just earth worm drivel that my mind produces way to inconsistent
To not give a fuck about my happiness is something my teachers taught me
Work ethic like an office cubicle mutant with a constantly melting bum knee
I have a gun named Final Option that is best friends with my whiskey concoctions
It gives a cold feeling every time I push a part of my heart inside of that bottle
Give me another cigarette before sunrise
Because I need another factor to lower life signs
I truly wasted my youth collecting tear sacs
But I can´t think of something to regret. Imagination lacks
I have a tourniquet a needle and some coffee
I can´t sleep because I was told not to leave
I have sewn myself by the cranium to this desk
This is my home and prison, where nothing has meant something yet.
DecomposingTeaching us to feel
and then breaking us down.
War within ourselves
becomes war for anyone near.
Silence becomes powering
Love becomes hateful
Hate becomes common
Pain becomes a new friend.
The world is upside down
spinning on the regrets
revolving on the lies
burning out like an old cigarette.
Poisoned desire becomes the air we breathe
intoxicating the things we know
brainwashing the things that used to be pure
like another violet blow.
Take the vile and shoot down the iodine
veins are burning and bloods corrupted
another lie to the dying world,
becoming what isn't normal.
Completely and utterly exposed to what we fear
trying to fight for the impossible.
A small step to a hopeful glory
is a mans dream to fight another mans will.
'cutting word'I. she was a lady,
with violets in her hair,
waiting to be found.
II. a simple woman,
edged with a lonely lost soul,
on the widow's peak.
III. she watches the sea,
the woman in the black dress.
he won't come back home.
drunk surgeonsloving lilts pursed
swung past curses
filtered off-kilter quips
toward unsynced hearses
ripped surfaces stilted
four verses stitched perfect
warded plundering urges
greed guardedly courtshipped
and thoroughly burdened
i do not write slam poetry.
i do write, but in quiet syllables
in quieter lobbies. i am quite
self-serving in the way i slide
my breaths through my bottled-up neck.
god forbid my tie slip and
reveal my charlatan wreckage.
god, forbid me from dreck
masquerading as purpose.
i have stenciled my days
in a page i subsequently
every aspect of your life
can be chosen, they drone.
and it's true
until you're unrepentantly introduced
the ink starts to delineate
in your skin, maps your nailbeds and
lets you attempt to rescind
with no hope of actual
there were ten times in my life
that i felt i should document but no,
those moments are only mine and no,
i don't do lists and no,
i am not a writer.
now the ink is caked, thick, choking
my societal obligations in a velvet
blue drawl that i have always
tell me again how
with your life coiled about
your middle finger and your wife
i do not write sla
My Flaws are MineFlaws are nothing more than stepping stones towards truly utilizing your talent
I now sore above them with an outlook that shows my pathetic past, now much better handled
I’m in love with my mistakes, and I let them bloom in my technique where the craft is my garden
And no I’m not begging for pardon for what is rightfully wrong, I’m just going to keep growing on
There is beauty in flaw, because nothing could be more honest then imperfection
There is no makeup you could apply that is strong enough for misdirection
Every battle scar is a reminder of your lifestyle you should let those flags fly
If you laugh at the sting failures turns into lessons that will guide you on the next try
Lest we forget that an artist element is self expression among other things deemed meaningless
We prove to ourselves that there is something worth hearing, seeing, feeling to get off our chest
When you’re done counting blessings count your scars and know, in the end they all will show
.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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