Is it dark?
I often thought.
To tie her to my bed.

Or is it sweet, to kiss her Deep as I strap down her legs.

Is it cruel to make her drool, as my hands clasp her neck.

Or is it fair, so say I dare because, she loves when I take her there.

Break my bones;
cut my throat.
Pull me open,
learn the ropes.

Breath me in;
taste the fear.
Shank my skin;
stand and cheer.

Kick my head;
let me bleed.
Unbolt my veins;
enjoy the read.

Gouge my eyes;
punch my face.
Wrap me up
in your embrace.

Our words are
powerful spells
from the soul.
The words you
wrote down on
that parchment,
those words you
uttered with your
mouth come from
the world beyond,
from the world
of the spirit.
What do they
even mean,
the words in
your stories.
They are powerful,
let them be spells
that conjure,
let those words
transform you,
they say what
the spirit feels,
they are words
of the spirit,
with the power
to translate you
to be anything.
Your words can
make the impossible
things with ease
to be possible.
The heart understands
what is in the
mind of the spirit.
Let your words
be the spells
that can awaken
the sleeping giant
within you.
Let those words
conjure the power
of love divine
to possess and
heal our world.
Let it bind
our wounds and
repair all wrongs.
If you are not
completely captivated
by the unique
exceptional nature
of words,
and the ways
like the spiders web
your words can
weave everything,
even the invisible
things to manifest
into our reality,
you should then
keep quiet.
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105 people die each minute
according to google
and for the first time
i put it into perspective
and watch the clock for 60 seconds
to just take a moment
a moment to just feel the loss
of people I'll never know

and i breathe
and i cry
and i listen
too

a song that reminds me of a lesson
of letting go
like day and like the time of night
while i do in fact like the dark
for the reason i can hide
with open eyes
to stare at the stars through the ceiling
that keeps me from flying away
in the middle of the night
i stay awake
to take another minute
and smile
because 250 people were born.

It's not because
I don't have anything to say;
It's because
I cannot find the proper way
To say it.

I LIKE TO SAY YOUR NAME

I like to say
your name

when you're
not here

turn you
into sound

conjure you out of
thin air

so that you appear
before me

dressed in sound
only

memory sketching in
the rest of you

as if sound
was just an outline

and love
colours you in

adding the voice last
so I can hear you say.

"Hello you..!"
and there you are

as present
as present

can be.

I like to say
your name

when you're
not there.