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UntitledI've stepped too close to your fire. and singed some hair, how may hearts aflame.
My only memories, a kindling, my thoughts the billow, my roots ungrounded; but it is spring now, and soon i shall see my new colors.
Part 1. Still a work in progress.
Ice And FireCan one care too much, that one may lose himself? I would rather be lost in snow and trees, than be lost in your eyes. Not that they are cold, nor harsh, but to gaze into them and see such beauty; How did your soak up such warmth if not stolen from the Sun?
It may be cold and below freezing, and you may be away, but as time continues, chosen paths may change, and as far away as you may be, I tilt away from you, my heart still slightly frozen. Yet you still radiate such brilliance, and find away to warm my heart.
Angelic wings(Its a bit jumpy, i had some idea where i wanted to go with it.)
She holds a coffee cup in hand
as she waits for winters frosty kiss
Her hoodie, always pulled over her knees
She sits up, looking at the night sky
each star a suspended snowflake
each star a loving soul, embarked to find home in the eyes of the created.
Snow fall like tears, crystallize, become angelic
and her wings known to all under her.
A sparing gift, so willingly given.
Her eyes a majestic beacon of hope.
Stare into her star-lit eyes.
For winter has no hold over her,
follow to her now, her star-lit eyes
and now again, be free.
and as he snuggles into her hoodie,
know of her love and kindness
she may not see her wings,
but we have seen her eyes.
Natures BlessingsThe rain drips from the tips of leaves, preciouslife, so fickle to stay.
The grass below holds the dew of the midnight rain, on the tip of the blade it holds. Unrelenting, to quench the soils thirst.
In between, the birds do fly, softest feathers gently kiss the earth, as the wind whispers apologies of broken trees. the sunflower bends to the sky,
Its brown eye stares into the sun, the pedals flutter to wave hello to its distant cousin.
Each sun beam shines on the flower, the sun beaming with pride.
When the wind pick up, a supportive friend, as the red breast takes flight.
She is destined to learn the skies. And the wind is proud.
Pens and PuzzlesHow do we piece together a puzzle?
when the edges are worn out and torn.
so forlorn are we, under the cratered moon
so where do we begin?
Search for the tape, the safety pins, the gauze,
thread the needle,
stitch it up,
Dress the wound
Pressure the cuts.
We carve out puzzles on our skin too difficult to solve
never trying to resolve them
they become more complex as the maze races along our wrists
But we soon forget why we were running.
Eyes become the pens and pencils,
tracing our mazes, and in the confusion, they give up.
As we gave up the resolve to finish our own puzzles in our head.
Tell me you see meTell me you see me...
Not the boy smiling
in the reflection of your eyes,
the green pool which
he had so readily dived into.
No, not that pathetic imitation
of joyful emotion
the authentic personification
lying at that boy's feet.
Can't you see me?
I imagine I must be there
though within the pool
of your eyes
I can only find
that deceiving mask of an individual,
from that disgusting imitation of joy.
Come you must see!
I am here!
Not the boy you see standing
but instead the boy
holding the floor
it offers me the comfort of closeness,
the boy shrouded in darkness
the obscurity that becomes him.
Tell me you see me.
Tell me you aren't bli
you lack the need to let go;
but i am enough of a burden for both of us.
my ribs are in debt
and my heart was foreclosed two days ago
i love you so.
and sometimes i wonder why
i am so dumb and numb
because it's you
MeThere is something so tragic about me,
Something so few people will ever see.
Partially because they refuse to view it,
And partly due to the fact I hide it.
Nobody I've asked understands this,
That my love is deep, not shallow,
Seeking to love deeply, not just a kiss.
I love so deeply that it's almost a crime,
Upon rejection, my heart does hard time,
In a jail in which feelings are locked away.
Because it makes me ache with every word I say,
Entirely angry, and just at myself.
Never seeking anything other than love,
Because it feels like my heart is an empty shelf.
A shelf on which I NEED something to hold,
So I could say to it all the thoughts untold.
I'm left now, going completely insane,
And every thought truly is my bane.
Cursing this cruel thing called love,
It only succeeds in making me hate myself more,
And always hurts me, leaving nothing but stress.
rant on teachers that are stupid.You don’t get it,
You really don’t get it, I mean
How can you? Why would someone choose
An online class over the classroom.
Well me- but
Did you ever stop to wonder why?
Ever stop to think and try to understand?
I doubt it, because you don’t understand.
Do you know the first though that goes through my head
Didn’t think so. Do you know what it is like to hate people?
To hate them with so much, that you have to force yourself
To keep one foot in front of the other.
To keep moving on, never stopping, not even daring to breathe for fear
That you will break and pass over and through
Making the impossible journey to the other side?
No, you don’t.
You have no idea what it is like to be so filled up with hate,
there is no room for anything else. You can’t possible understand
the fear, the rage, the hate.
You can’t know,
Can’t even begin to try and understand.
No, I don’t want to disscuss.
No, I don&
on finding yourself.finding yourself feels a lot like losing yourself at first.
remember, that moment of free fall scares the shit out of everyone,
but part of becoming who you want to be is tearing up the foundations
and rewriting yourself.
it's facing down your demons instead of burying them,
it's learning how hard change is
change is the most difficult thing;
on the bad days,
keep your head up
remind yourself where you want to be
instead of hating who you are.
self-acceptance is a fragile thing,
learn to wear it on your breath
so it is the first thing you smell every morning
wear it in your ears
so you don't need to hear it from anyone else
say 'I am enough'
you are enough.
hold it up to the light and admire the way
it makes you grow like grass towards the sun.
Bleak empathyYour emotions cover my will in a sulfurous blanket
Even my thoughts trail off because I sense
What ache they are causing to you and I remain too weak
To confront the tumult of such feelings
That pinch my cheeks and my stomach
Reversing the bile to my throat and it's not out of friendship
That if I throw you into a pit of despair
Together with you I shall jump
Hello, BookHello, Book, you’re clean and neat
Your snow-white pages not yet worn
Soon, your bright, crisp covers
And paper will be torn
The shreds and wrinkles of love
Are not yet stamped on your page
Now, Book, your sheets are blank
Your wire binding a cage
I’m here, Book, to write my heart
And make it a part of you
It will mar your page, Book
But you’ll get a heart, too
My mortal heart will die, Book
The one I’ll give you cannot
From you, future mortals
Can still speak to my thoughts
Lie on for me, Book, someday
When I’m approaching the end
Dying, I’ll send for my Book
No longer ‘Book’ but my friend
GraveyardGrey. That was the color of the sky. The grass was green with water, a gentle rain flows in the air, the smell of water and pine fills my nose. The wind, gentle against my cheek, screams against the trees.
There are many buried here. As I walked the line I took the time to see all of their names, memorizing them like one remembers a fact...
So many, many names. So many who have come and gone.
As I walk, the sun begins to descend, fog and darkness replace it. Leaving me feel cold... and hollow. I stop walking. In front of me a tombstone read;
Cody. 1991- 2009.
I kneel, paying my respects to him. Laying the feather of a hawk on his grave. Seconds later, the wind takes it.
But it left the bottles.
The sun descends further, I hear the sound of footsteps. I rise, looking for who could of been there. There was no one. Only the cold touch of the wind, an
Quite DeadGoodbye, my friend of many a day
When golden rain fell from a sweating sky,
And we swam in the molten sunlight
-In the dripping, pouring of sunlight
As the birds taught our hearts how to fly.
Together, on some purple evenings,
We stuffed our stomachs as high as our heads,
And worry grew thin as the winter
-As starved as a mayfly in winter
To put it in other words, quite dead.
Goodbye, my companion of those nights
When tears ran races to reach my chin
As we stumbled upon reality,
A harsh, unflinching reality
Pounding at our hearts to be let in.
Side by side we ran the course of fear.
As bare as the bony moon were our souls.
But we always found the right answers
(Except when they were the wrong answers).
At least they patched up the gaping holes.
Goodbye, my comrade over the years
-Years that viewed us as poor pieces of art
And took us in sculptor’s hands to form
Our roughness into more perfect form.
They turned us into what we are now.
We laughed in the face of our heartbreak
Spending TimeThese years pass like no other. One would believe that time begrudges; spending it so nonchalantly as if it was a poorly made investment.
Perhaps my bank will accept my watch as a deposit. Or perhaps i shall invest my time in these pages, and when I want to withdraw back into my head, back in time; I shall be the richest.
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