Jul 26
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Unfamiliar


The familiar unfamiliar,
she washes thought away.
Rational never helps you,
when she's tapping with her cane.

echos through a tunnel,
Or maybe many rabbit holes,
she never speaks a word to me,
so I guess you'll never know.

long and silky locks,
whiping back by ghostly wind.
her hair is futures blindfold,
leading darkness is her sin.

she is meant to darken paths,
To throw us off when we are low.
she's meant to do the things,
other things could never even know.

without her we may stay here,
in this dark and mindless place.
but instead I chose to frighten her,
with a light upon my face.

the unfamiliar that comes and goes,
as much as she may try,
could never let me lose myself,
a sight that stays without my eyes.

as long as I am breathing,
I fight to see a day,
one where I might know familiar,

Jun 02
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Insomnia


Tonight I can't sleep,
I haven't written in a while,
my canvas laid blank,
awoken from insomnia.

the train gave me muse,
the sound of horns through my fan,
at midnight,
like singing angels,
still so clear in my mind,
I had to blink twice into reality.

the limbo of late and too late, 
so close to dreams,
although recently they're nightmares,
I wish to dream of singing angels. 

I feel dull for past days, 
months,
Anticipation of the world around me,
some lively part of fate,
that seems to only stay quiet. 

I wonder if the world talks,
but through fans,
In distorted pitch or muffled song,
I wonder if the world talks to me,
through dreams.

The ones that sit in my memory,
the ones that wake me at night,
those ones may be the world, 
calling my name through the dark,
fate in muffled song.

 


 

Mar 14
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Mind

I can build an empire,
and no not concouring land,
I can craft in my mind,
leave the physical behind,
and build it entirely by hand.

I can climb Mt Everest,
and no not like Edman Hillary,
beyond the incline,
through depths of my mind,
I'll gear up and head up the line.

I can do just about anything,
become the best type of me,
if I focus my thoughts,
do anything I want,
theres nothing that I cant be. 

 
Mar 14
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Ocean Ends

Wonder the world once more, 
breath lily pinks and sky blues,
blend in rough oaks of earth,
climb through the caverns darkness,
Just to wonder a last time.

See the beauty in rock mountains,
the sparkle in spring lakes,
a snowbuilt white forest,
sitting on the docks of deep water.

When you reach the end of the dock,
the tempation to swim, 
the black ocean end,
just look once more,
feel a last time,
tickle your nose with a last sniff,
wonder the worlde once more,
thats when you know its ok to expore the ocean. 



 
Mar 10
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Skinny Dreams

It's the stone cold feeling of ecstasy,
the speckled lights and thin hair,
Skinny arms skinny dreams,
When my skin turns snow fair.

it's a simple solution,
an effortless plan,
wasting away waist,
for one look from a man,

it's the first pound,
the tenth,
Her whisper that I can do more,
My body is weak,
but my mind aims to score.

it's the feeling of light,
the knowledge of drive,
It's the wonder I willed,
Somethibg I brought alive.

but now it's the what,
it's the judgment again,
it's her screams to do more,
it's the words of a friend.

but it's effortless,
it works...

It's not enough,
it's dangerous,
it's broken,
it's taken too far,
it's harming,
alarming,
it's starving. 





 

Feb 01
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Dolls

Breaking displaced designation,
a spot only they chose us to be,
all scared alone,
No perfect home,
all kinds of things crazy.

ruptured hopes of the past,
blasted onto child's skin,
The world is round,
My heads complex,
yet my tethered string is thin.

they want direction,
common sense,
 who've lived a different world.

a picture perfect reminisce,
The hopes they had uncurled,
my body is a waiting game,
a toy for all lost dreams,
Not complying is the way to shame,
yet I belong to me. 



 

Jan 25
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Life


Life is disappointing,
the very word itself,
it's learned to be all good and gold,
From a story on the shelf.
 

but I know better then to spread,
the words of hurt and cry,
my knowledge is that no matter what,
Were meant to live and die.

Imaginary expectations,
a simple smile and a pose,
When I feel down I like to think,
it's a life I never chose.  

I wish I wouldve known,
on my own first light of day,
that the wish I want always sticks,
It'll never go away.

Feeling good can turn to bad,
And you can never just feel good
the moral of the story is,
That no one ever should. 
 

Jan 25
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Anxiety

A fear,
more when I don't know why,
the jitters become so fast that I appear still,
sound so loud it all goes quiet.
Breath so shallow I might not be breathing.
I may have slipped so fast,
so slow,
that I don't know what's happening.
Thoughts become a rainforest of creatures,
while brain muttled with black inc.
My body just reacts to action,
But my feet are steered right and left,
back and forward.
yes,
right and left,
back and forward,
a pattern that seems to be all I can manage,
And nothing I can do all at the same time.
A fear.


 
Jan 25
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Regret

Sometimes I feel trapped,
sinking deep into myself,
By choice I let the penny drop,
just to see how far the bottom is,
And then I hold regret.

The feeling of uncertainty,
knowing that when it hits cold stone,
Noise will echo through my bones, 
but instead it's silent.

I feel myself sink further into the ground,
Clawing away from the glinting copper,
Call it self distruction,
But it's the fear of wishes.

It's every promise thats been broken,
striking in my stomach like steel to flint,
but instead of passion fires,
it's a slow and unforgiven burn.

I feel the heat in my core,
slowly churning me brain dead,
untill all I can wish for,
is to never have dropped the penny. 




 
Jan 25
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Blind

I would hope to be blind,
yes.
I know I would hope to feel something more then sight,
becauce even the most beautiful can't be seen at night.

I would hope to humble my senses,
not looking where nothings to find,
It would be when I truly felt it,
that I knew a moment mine.

I know through my eyes beholding,
that kindness will reign high,
for the beauty that deceived me,
will mearly turn and twist trough darkness that is mine.

I guess I couldn't say,
the shollow waters that prevail,
I hope to know when I am blind,
The world becomes less stale. 
 

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