I’m just a wandering spirit on my way through the times of life loving the people I find . So when I look up in the sky I see the m walking me when I’m travelling through the dark that they don’t wanna be in so they stand in watch over me in the subconscious . It makes me wonder if I wasn’t alone would I live in a life filled of normalities. Would I still be the torch in my own darkness being a super nova for other. Nothing of what we really do does matter we make it matter because life is nothing but our own fantasies
Nov 25, 2020
Nov 25, 2020 at 5:28 PM UTC
My soul yearns for your in the day daytime . When my body won’t buy your ticket to come see me. This soul of mine is always besides your knowing that you are mine. I wake up wondering if I am yours, but I always come to the conclusions of these broken dreams . That you in fact are mine to find. No matter how far you are.
Sep 11, 2020
Sep 11, 2020 at 2:32 AM UTC
I listen to the darkness that whisper the name of yours. The winds howl your voice as I am trying to sleep. When I do sleep I am greater with the presence of your body in the astral sense. We meet like too friends who have never skipped a beat. This love of ours sustained over making years baffles many. But those many will never understand a love like ours . The shared emotions of moon and sun. The moon and sun meeting together in the human form. One moves like moonlight on still waters the other dances on ultra violet lights . When they meet they kiss upon an eclipse
Sep 11, 2020
Sep 11, 2020 at 2:11 AM UTC
It makes me feel weird. remembering who I forgotten on my adventures. I went searching for gold forgetting, that I am the gold. Such a lost and ****** soul who forgotten the directions to his home
Sep 9, 2020
Sep 9, 2020 at 2:11 AM UTC
Have you ever liked someone and your all joyous, like there the focal point and then it all comes crashing down Eventually because the energy doesn’t match,so your left with this scar inside of your rib cage that has always been there from past hurts that you grew up with . As you got older you finally started to have crushes,got let down when they didn’t like you back and that’s when that beginning scar started to tear away ,little by little with each crush and relationship that came to an end. That feeling of emptiness inside is something not wanted or desired but it’s there to make you a better person. Have you met and have yet to meet that person that slowly heals that scar, slowly and properly whenever you think of them ,instead of this thousand pound blade slowly making its way through your chest taking away your breath, instead you are met with this feeling of relief bringing you your next breath is a refreshing notion of appreciation for somebody who you hold close to your heart dearly. It might be love . It might be gratitude . I think that’s the purest form of being thankful ,thankful for letting me be apart of your moments of history . Thank you for sharing memories with me. I reflect on those moments and they heal me gradually.
Jun 27, 2020
Jun 27, 2020 at 3:52 AM UTC
I tend to keep things that are given to me by women that I grew quite fond of. It’s kind of silly though sometimes I forget about them then one day I open a drawer to the physical embodiment of a forgotten ghost , that jumps clear directly through my soul. Leaving an invisible exit wound that conclaves my chest. I sit for a brief moment with thousands of little memory’s. Some beautiful filled with ecstasy lust and pure wonder , some bittersweet with dashes of lonesomeness for a time I wish I could go back too and talk to you differently. I then continue to wipe away my sorrows bleeding down my cheek and put this ghost away for a day that I cannot foresee
Jun 26, 2020
Jun 26, 2020 at 5:37 AM UTC
I feel like I'm breathing fire after each and every shot of this London dry gin
His soliloquy of his descent into ****** language and madness accompanied by lucid memories.
Only a genius can play the fool perfectly
This articulate fellow follows his exploits through a drug fuelled expedition
Epic in all of its madness and lascivious undertones
He hears music playing his soul in a opera
And that's why he loves to visit that dark place with these liqour spirits acting as a bus ticket to the heart of it.
Aug 31, 2018
Aug 31, 2018 at 7:56 AM UTC
You would think all the training through this summer would have set my mind right
But I am still that lonesome bottle kissing credit card tapping degenerate from before
The times I spent trying with my lucky lady have proven to be nothing but a free trial
Something that could have bought with this love and affection but I chose to pawn all of my character for a few moments ashing jlike a cigarette
Thoughts pace back and forth like my institionlized convict friends
Who have nothing on their mind but a jail sentence and a futures year end
Life ain't all rainbows and ponies
But drugs could sure make a young native feel a whole lot of energy
From vibrations with my girl to another chaotic night
That blade is drawn slow and beautifully oh how she sings a melody of the broken hearted dancing on top of cigar smoke
Aug 31, 2018
Aug 31, 2018 at 7:55 AM UTC
I feel like I'm breathing fire after each and every shot of this London dry gin
His soliloquy of his descent into ****** language and madness accompanied by lucid memories.
Only a genius can play the fool perfectly
This articulate fellow follows his exploits through a drug fuelled expedition
Epic in all of its madness and lascivious undertones
He hears music playing his soul in a opera
And that's why he loves to visit that dark place with these liqour spirits acting as a bus ticket to the heart of it.
Jul 1, 2018
Jul 1, 2018 at 9:41 PM UTC