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Mood: The Usual

You are cast to the sky's floor to meet me, I see it now
in every bird-call there is essence diffused and crying
for your name
to be etched in every stone
to grace my feet.

...Created 2012-02-05 13:04:01

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Mood: The Usual

My heart is neodymium,
magnetic as can be.
The only thing it attracts
is a touch from me.

Your love is a fine powder
I can't seem to breathe in.
Save your tears for something,
the promise I hold is nothing.

...Created 2012-02-04 08:27:33

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Mood: The Usual

My heart is neodymium,
magnetic as can be.
The only thing it attracts
is the touch of me.

Your love is a fine powder
I can't seem to breathe in.
Save your tears for something,
the promise I hold is nothing.

...Created 2012-02-04 08:26:28

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Mood: The Usual

Let's huddle the lines closer together
so we can speak more softly between them,
create another allusion with me
to color the meanings before getting lost again.

I know there is a sparseness we choose to ignore,
unwritten letters scattered on the floor it seems.
Forgotten needs bleed from a heart tipped pen
and its hard to say exactly when everything began,
we still smile and nod like things were written yesterday.

I get lost in metaphors I pretend to exist in your eyes,
flood myself with notions sleeping in juxtaposition.
Stifled prayers escape me altogether, shifting,
rearranging to become the prints of your name.
Guess I only have myself to blame for thinking of you again..

...Created 2012-01-31 03:29:37

dotsJournal: dots
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Mood: The Usual

Let's huddle the lines closer together
so we can speak more softly between them,
create another allusion with me
to color the meanings before getting lost again.

I know there is a sparseness we choose to ignore,
unwritten letters scattered on the floor it seems.
Forgotten needs bleed from a heart tipped pen
and its hard to say exactly when everything began,
we still smile and nod like things were written yesterday.

I get lost in metaphors I pretend exists in your eyes,
flood myself with notions sleeping in juxtaposition.
Stifled prayers escape me altogether, shifting,
rearranging to become the prints of your name.
Guess I only have myself to blame for thinking of you again..

...Created 2012-01-31 03:20:50

dotsJournal: dots
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Mood: The Usual

Let's huddle the lines closer together
so we can speak more softly between them,
create another allusion with me
to color the meanings before getting lost again.

I know there is a sparseness we choose to ignore,
unwritten letters scattered the floor it seems.
Forgotten needs bleed from a heart tipped pen
and its hard to say exactly when everything began,
we still smile and nod like things were written yesterday.

I get lost in metaphors I pretend exists in your eyes,
flood myself with notions sleeping in juxtaposition.
Stifled prayers escape me altogether, shifting,
rearranging to become the prints of your name.

Guess I only have myself to blame
for thinking of you again..

...Created 2012-01-31 03:17:48

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Mood: The Usual

Arrhythmia, this is you, in me.
Palpable and discreet with a silky smile
I cannot help but see through,
let God speak, it's His turn unending.

I turn a cheek towards my heart,
cutting away at your abrasive veneer.
This window has a thousand shards
waiting to explode into you, through you.

I can keep this in no more,
tired of feeling like I don't need
you,
this,
everything you dress up as light ideas
repulse me in a way I cannot describe
to your unknowing mind,
believe me, I have tried.

See this as a silent fuck-you,
see it as a loud sorry unexpressed,
a sense of truth repeated to keep warm
the cornice of mind and thoughts,
this vessel is replete.

...Created 2012-01-24 08:02:32

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Mood: The Usual

Some days are feathers waiting to be burned,
others are reflections stirred into teacups,
reminders of things past.
My favorite kind of day is not the kind to
be felt slowly growing,
rather experiencing the feeling of not knowing
how it came to this, with a freedom birthed from
not being able to see way it is flowing.
This is the feather I am seeking to
weave into these wings
I keep imagining..

...Created 2012-01-17 03:35:27

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Mood: content.

Blessed and released to wander shy valleys with stone eyes,
I walk with a cloak of understanding tailored from too much thinking,
wearing it gladly since nothing else exists.

Trapped and seduced by permanent contentment,
a torture that allows no more,
no less...
Balance exists between contemplation and feeling,
otherwise a height is reached that
hides the face of happiness found in simple things,
un-dissected and marvellous.

I repress the notion, flooding it with a barrage of ideas,
trying to find problems without explanations
or create circular reasonings to mask the inadequacy experienced
when trying to analyze the idea of feeling without knowing or
loving without looking too far ahead,

a pause ensues,



I am content..

...Created 2011-11-27 15:56:56

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Mood: The Usual

The clouds came and left,
I am shaped by the sand
freefalling into destiny.

There is essence in life and
life has become everything it
seems and more as I become serene,

thankful and realistically inclined to
believe in something existing as
counterbalance to this madness
I carry in my chest,

something to become a
vessel of silver and stars to
keep close when hope fails.

Is this a dream?
Or a dream inside a dream?

Does it matter?

...Created 2011-10-25 02:41:47