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Wings of BeginningWords
Speechless echoes wading in the water.
Intensifying as the sounds growing louder.
Burning fire sparking the embers of creation
Relations and Contemplation
Every Step begins a Story
Every wound get's a medal.
Pain creates understanding
Knowledge supporting equal footing
Spread your wings and fly high.
All it takes is a cold north wind to grow.
Untold The beast dances with beauty of woman til she fainted away.
The Succubus painted her morality until her eyes bleed black.
Within the still of silence
The heaviest step from the littlest foot broke the foundation
Through out swirling mist between all the glowering eyes
A Glasgow grin shines between fractured light
Slow checimalsThe beat knocks my drums the blood like red rum runs.
This liquid euphoria with lyrical powress adoring ya.
Exploring ya with hands clapping of fine aristocrats
words like actors thespian in a play ninjas in the stealth attack.
Of course with abilities like this sacrifice isnt made.
Years of solitude and mute talk voice slowly croaking to normal
but hypnotic to the less likely sane.
Witch like hocus pocus magic with signature pheromones
just so you know who counter act attracted this
Always PresentSwagger against the minister
dressed red in blood
Deeply as sinister
Waving hands and showing wrists
bugs crawling for a kiss and writhing for the lift
striding slowly enjoying the wake
strolled across the path of bodies within the lake
jesus they act like they never saw refined evil on a nice day
saying hello to all the people
talking to all those less primeval
the looks of terror shivers down the spine
the tremors down mine fighting against the flow of time
This place in history
past present and future
will always be mine
Addict to PoisonThe drug digs deeper and claws within my skin.
Softly screaming and reeling me in.
I crave this sensation and her nails dig deep.
The liquid mercury seeping into drips.
The rubies collecting like a treasure trove on the floor.
Hypnotized by her hips but I cant look away from her eyes.
Drowning with those pools of snake like venom
She is the epitome of what I never hoped for.
Each mark along my back.
Etched like the number of days in the prison cell.
And it's like sweet black liquid dripping down my throat
when our lips dance.
The Sickening DoubtAs my heart shakes and quakes
My wretched grin grows and it aches.
It's been permantly plastered on my face
whether I smile or a I cry
Experincing sensations that make me want to just die.
I fail once and I failed them all
I fought for it all to lose at once
My fault for being so blunt and numb
After all the pain you put me through
When I cry and complain
My feelings are the one to be slain
Like some sub serviant obiedent dog
Just tie me to the log and leave me in the fog
When I cant even move after traveling for so long.
I try so hard not to bleed
But its a hard, The monster needs to feed
And its the creature in the earth destroying structures with in the mirth
Apathy and I get so dazed I cant sit
Just stand still and pray not to get sick
The battles Ive fought
Wars the body counts rises and for what?
false promises and praises
its like ive seen millions of faces
torn up and vomited up.
The heart or the lung
the leg or the arms the jaw or the feet.
You breath deeply..
And the flower blooms with life.
Drag the switch blade alone along the line.
You cannot feed her.
So she drowns in starvation.
Her lungs breaking down.
And your choking.
Your world's were never meant to collide.
Processing CreativityI cant hold the knife anymore.
My wrist refuses to heed what my arms yells.
The hand reaches towards the pen and paper.
Choking the utensil upon hours until ink spills over
and I roughly drag the ball point through the blank sheet
Staring at the horror I've committed
I want to vomit.
But I cant deny this lurking sensation that taking me over.
HauntedI see her there with
Coal dust carved
Into the icy skin
Under her eyes,
And on her lips
Dance a chorus
Of bitter lies.
A skeletal hand of smoke
Claws at my neck
Until I bleed;
She tells me that the pain
Is just what I need.
And her blood
Zooms in her veins
Like speeding cars.
She looks at me
At what I am.
She’s a snake,
In the guise
Of a lamb.
‘What happened to us?’
Of what I used to be.
‘I may be you,
But you are not me.’
The sun comes up:
Yesterday is gone
But see it this way;
The past is part of the future
But the future isn’t the past.
You choose which bits go,
You choose which bits last.
How to love a poet: Expect them to be flawed,
a field of wild flowered-
& an inability
Love them anyway.
Know that when they look at you
they are noticing the little things.
I Saw a Burning ManIn front of my house, he sat.
Skin burnt off, now charred and black.
Hesitantly, I walked outside.
And he followed me with his watery eyes.
With steps as nimble as the snow,
I hid my fear and continued to go.
Now before him, the Burning Man.
I kindly offered him my shaky hand.
No malice nor vice leaked off of him,
rather sadness and agony which simmered below his skin.
I could feel it around me, the pain and despair,
yet, physically the man was nearly repaired.
For his scorched skin was not his problem,
instead the bottled emotions that devoured all of him.
“Would you like to come inside sir, and stay?”
In which he replied by looking away.
Again I asked, and received no reply,
and was startled when the man began to cry.
Unsure of what to do, I walked away,
Yet I’ll never forget what happened that day.
Be it from pain, or mute, or undisclosed desires,
I watched as the man was engulfed in fire.
I stood back in awe, with my mouth agape,
and feared that he had fallen into
little victories.when i was younger,
i thought i was the strongest
little girl in the world
because i could easily
beat my older brother
at arm wrestling.
it wasn't until years later
that i realized
And There Was Lighti.
He was seventeen when he died.
I never went to the funeral
but I walked past it the day of
the service. His mother
was in the backseat of a blue Dodge,
door open, head in her hands.
"My baby," she kept repeating.
"My baby." It would go from sobbing, to
screaming, to a soft whisper that
I could only hear being carried
on the wind.
It was a Wednesday afternoon that they found
his old red pickup truck parked
out front of Slim's, two beer bottles in
the back and the windows cracked to let the stale
I heard that his dad told the police he was
gonna take that old truck and fix it up, because
he had promised his son before—
because it's always in the before—
And in the after, his mother never had dry eyes
and I'm pretty sure my mom told me
that she saw his dad at the bar every night,
drinking his sorrows down because some people can't
handle the stress.
Some people can't figure out why their son would
"Some men just want to w
You Ever Felt ItHave you ever felt it?
When you lay there broken
And feel yourself so guilty
Eyes gushing red
And you want to sleep in a coma
Your brain swelling with thoughts
At the same time empty with nothing
When you can't suit yourself
And see yourself a place among the demons
that moment when you control your life
The moment when you choose between life and death
And then you yourself can decide either way
It's when you're on the edge
And want someone to pull you back before you make another step
A hook, to rip all the insanity out of your body
And suck all the madness that is growing black dead trees
Have you ever felt it, have you known depression
Did you ever seek a source of help, and did you ever find it
1:33 amto the angry young
hungry ocean eyes:
i do not wish to know
what crawled inside
your ribs to
i just wish you would
let it leave.
Loving A Guy Who Cannot Love Himself.Firstly, tell him that he doesn't necessarily need to be the “strongest” man in the world,
that if he cries, you won't look down on him for it,
that you won't call him weak.
Tell him that he doesn't have to like sports, or fishing, or football, or any of the “mainstream” things that boys are “supposed” to like.
Let him know that liking art, or dancing, or singing or acting doesn't make him gay, doesn’t make him any less of a man, it just makes him who he is.
A human being.
And for goodness sakes, tell him that blue does not have to be his favorite color, than he can indulge in pink, or purple or even magenta!
And to the girl who take on the task, remember please, that it is not always the Knight who saves the Princess.
No, this time, the Princess may need to save the Knight.
Do not pour your problems onto him, rather, balance each other out.
Be a shoulder to cry on. A friend to be there. A love that never leaves.
Perhaps more than often,
Jhewardene IIMy lips grow red like the petals of the rose
It blooms for you.
See my eyes strong and hazed
The snow compliments and treats them,
I follow your tracks wildly through the glistening wonderland
But it's like a maze in this blizzard in May
Can my heart feel for you, I'll breathe for it.
Too feel your warmth through the winters touch,
i wander hoping i dont fall.
Frozen in place.
My hand hangs frozen in awe.
are you searching for me?
Can you see through it?
This snow fall?
Stranger LoveI am not the sunlit wing-print
splayed out on the bedroom wall.
I am not the dark mass forming
in a corner of an airless hall.
I am not the viscous vengeance
where you sink your spinning wheels.
I am not the leaky bucket
hung up on your wishing well.
You are not my soul mate missing
wandering a winter's night.
You are not the sound of angels
singing by a candle's light.
You are not the rasp of fingers
fumbling with a hasp of steel.
You are not the tattered towel
soaking up the things I feel.
I am the oblivious child,
dancing where the wildflowers are.
You are my unwitting captive
lighting up a jelly jar.
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