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the beginning: sands are very cruel and dry things; cemented they are to the cold eyes and snarling mouth of the human that smiles freely. Such kindness doesn’t exist on the tongues that speak brevities and malice, even so…why does it hunger for the taste of love? Why does it search for such sweet waters that only those can see?
[…the berries you’ve eaten are filled with poisons]
loving you from afar was painful, but holding it in was even worse. And now that we’re together, I will refuse to let go…even if it means that loving you is like a barbed wire while dangling off a cliff, I won’t dare let go.
[…colors stain your mouth and fingers gracefully]
all that matters is that I love you, and that my selfishness has granted me a compass that has lead to your atlas and your burning fingers; my lips want to kiss every single one of them.
my limbs do not have a map, yet I know where my destination lies—it satellites around your gravity swimming in your existence; I am the bird that flies without knowing where to land, yet I keep singing of a heavenly place.
I want only to melt into solution, and condense into exhalations. Needless to say, being impaled with incisions of bliss isn’t bad at all, just a few scars left.
acceptance: a double edged sword known for theft, I will pierce it through my sternum and drink in its invitation; she will disarrange the molecules she inspires and fashion the wound that protrudes past the spine.
[happiness is never free; debt needs to be paid]
would you still love me if you knew that only loving me even more would kill me in the end? Would it be insane to tell you my sanctity whispers that dying by your hands would mean the world to me?
[the ending of myself: the beginning again]
my hands, they cannot cup my joy. It fountains out and feathers in my skin like blooming flowers in meadows. Wildly and sporadically, it spores the color red as it stains my mouth and lips. It hungers for flames, a recognized burn it seeks; she has fireflies along her canvas covered in kerosene.
[love, will you leave me?]
[…the berries you’ve eaten are filled with poisons]
loving you from afar was painful, but holding it in was even worse. And now that we’re together, I will refuse to let go…even if it means that loving you is like a barbed wire while dangling off a cliff, I won’t dare let go.
[…colors stain your mouth and fingers gracefully]
all that matters is that I love you, and that my selfishness has granted me a compass that has lead to your atlas and your burning fingers; my lips want to kiss every single one of them.
my limbs do not have a map, yet I know where my destination lies—it satellites around your gravity swimming in your existence; I am the bird that flies without knowing where to land, yet I keep singing of a heavenly place.
I want only to melt into solution, and condense into exhalations. Needless to say, being impaled with incisions of bliss isn’t bad at all, just a few scars left.
acceptance: a double edged sword known for theft, I will pierce it through my sternum and drink in its invitation; she will disarrange the molecules she inspires and fashion the wound that protrudes past the spine.
[happiness is never free; debt needs to be paid]
would you still love me if you knew that only loving me even more would kill me in the end? Would it be insane to tell you my sanctity whispers that dying by your hands would mean the world to me?
[the ending of myself: the beginning again]
my hands, they cannot cup my joy. It fountains out and feathers in my skin like blooming flowers in meadows. Wildly and sporadically, it spores the color red as it stains my mouth and lips. It hungers for flames, a recognized burn it seeks; she has fireflies along her canvas covered in kerosene.
[love, will you leave me?]
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Feeling The Light
I'm falling apart without you
Deep inside i'm crying
stuck on repeat in my head
Having no way out
Damning my self for eternity
Hearing your voice for the last time
Lost in my cold existance
Lost in your presence
Feeling your shadow
My soul feels tormented
My soul feels ignited
Feeling my skin burn with fury
Feeling my insides being torn
Wishing I were never born
Wishing I for a second chance
But all i get broken glance
But all i get is nothing at all
Nothing for breaking my fall
Laying on the ground injured in pain
Feeling the sadness feeling the rain
No one will help as they walk by
Even if they hear a moan or cry
A child of god just like y
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A Feel of Deprivation
I am a human, unique and set apart,
I celebrate myself and sing myself,
And so, like everyone, I deserve my own respect.
But your disregard and contempt for my human rights have resulted in barbarous acts which have outraged me and others,
But I shall not be taken lightly,
I permit to speak at every hazard, you do not control me.
I am allowed to stage a rebellion against your tyranny and oppression.
What say you about my rights?
Stop this day and night and you shall possess the origin of all poems,
Read my poems and you will see what you’ve done.
I have the right to recognition everywhere,
Even you,
You won’t listen to
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Feelings and Words
At the end of the day, no ones feelings about you should matter except for your own. You should love yourself. But what does it say about you when you have nothing but negative feelings towards yourself . In the present moment I'm not at ease . Not having answers to the whys the hows the whats can get really frustrating . And now I have nothing else to say. Just writing down the feelings I had just now and I guess my mind is trailing off to something else because I DON'T KNOW what to say . That's my issue with my life right now . It's a bunch of DON'T KNOWS...
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is that I now have you.
and that I do not have the single intention of giving you away.
and that I do not have the single intention of giving you away.
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