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_Brando_14
18/New York Enjoy the dark abyss of my ever so unstable subconscious.
the murky blue water ripples shades of Jade concealed only made visible by the shards of sun piercing through the layers of the blanket. dancing and crashing composing music as we come together and break apart. colliding with great force the land trembles at sight of the crest, for the power we yield is far too great. waves demolish the ground we walk on, washing away the marks we've left. the storm has now passed, tides begin to die down. the symphony ceases and the sand crawls home to the shore. silence has infiltrated the bed, no more movement between the layers of the deep left in a state of debilitation all that was once barren, now kissed with the sweat of the sea. we part for the night- two ships carry on- leaving a light trail behind, with only the glow of the night, to guide us to our fantasy.
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Feb 26, 2020
Feb 26, 2020 at 10:06 PM UTC
living together
I’m teaching myself how to breath I’d almost forgotten since for the last year you were both my lungs and the fresh air You gave me wings to fly But you cut them off at the first sign of trouble Blood and feathers spread on the pavement You bashed my soul in and cut all our ties Every chance you got, you made broken promises Of love and forever and future Well **** your promises And **** your love I worked hard to tolerate your pain and your naïve-ness I kept a roof over my own head You were not my home My heart may have longed for a place to belong but it was not looking for lies and deceit You told me you were happy That what we were doing was going to be forever A love like no other Until you torn us apart and ripped me from your life It looks like I never existed Like I never dedicated my heart, soul, and mind to you My love and my lust Your room barren of the promises I made The imprint of my body where I once slept next to you, still visible to the naked eye Who was I to you? Did I even matter? If I truly mattered like you sang to me night and night again Then you wouldn’t have left me for dead I would still have my wings and my heart But here I am, barely holding on All I have is the hope that one day you’ll see how much you mean to me How I would move mountains and slay dragons for you love Even though I hate you and wish plagues on you There is no one else for me No one else who I want to share my love and light with No one but you
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Feb 5, 2020
Feb 5, 2020 at 11:05 AM UTC
Bipolar
Sweeter than the honey in my tea This boy illuminates the darkness inside of me Tender and kind His smile is the first thing I see when dawn breaks Those large doey, glossed over eyes staring back at me A friendly embrace as his finger begin to press against my face My mind feels free when he sings to me A soft and warm hue radiates from within him So pure, so wholesome that there is never a cloud in sight when he is around The sun sets at his feet For this boy makes my world seem so much brighter A vision of all my hopes and dreams condensed into one man His physique mirrors that of a Greek statue Chiseled to perfection With his soft, silky skin When pressed against mine His pink, plump lips That make me shiver As he slowly traces my body This boy is my light Shining brighter than the stars We live in a galaxy full of light, but he shines the brightest Filled with happiness which pours outward for all the world to see He never asks for more than my love and affection For which in return I give him my all For he has brought out the good in me This boy makes me feel whole and alive This boy is my happiness My light My lust My joy He is mine And I am his
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Feb 5, 2020
Feb 5, 2020 at 11:01 AM UTC
My Boy
That willow tree we once sat under, Died like our love. Winter came and stripped it of its beauty Fighting became our only form of communicating Our hearts no longer beat at the same rhythm We’re one of the same but yet so different Come back to me my love Spring will come and that tree will grow again Leaves more vibrant than the last A love, new and true No more meaningless fighting No more harsh words and yelling I just want to be loved The type of love I know we have inside of us It’s there I know it We just have to fight for it Look for it within ourselves to become stronger and better than before Please grow with me Bloom like the willow tree Grow like it’s branches and reach for the warmth of the sun Don’t give up, please I beg of you But you’ve already decided you need to be alone I can accept what you need Holding onto the belief that someday we’ll be together again We’ll be bold and vibrant like the willow tree But for now I’ll wait under the weeping willow I’ll wait for you
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Jan 31, 2020
Jan 31, 2020 at 11:44 AM UTC
Weeping Willow
I have washed my sheets hundreds of times All in an effort to purge the memory of you Your scent permeating my clothing As thou you were the one inhabiting them There is no sense in trying to get rid of you My body has molded itself into your submissive I have become so accustomed to your touch Addicted to the sensation Needing a fix, we both seek a night of sin You have infiltrated my mind Reading my thoughts Manipulating me Saying all the things you know I want to hear Body stained with the blood of my lips You stare down at me I have once again been fooled by those eyes Glowing with lust I am swallowed whole by your insatiable desire for me In my compliant nature, I kneel at your feet Following ever command you utter My body broken from the chains you’ve placed on me I belong to you, property for you to tend to But that night meant nothing to you Those words you spoke, were all in an effort to exploit my vulnerability I neglectfully admit that it worked You have me, once again, at your service It would be wise of me to end this already For the sake of my own sanity and dignity Consumed by your charm, but deterred by our past I am drawn in The alcohol rushing through my veins and the music radiating through my body Nothing mattered in the moment, but now, I am the fool who slept with you
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Feb 28, 2019
Feb 28, 2019 at 2:32 PM UTC
The Fool is I
During his crucifixion Why did Jesus ask, “My God, why have you forsaken me?”? Could it be that in moments of severe pain It’s okay to have doubt?
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Feb 28, 2019
Feb 28, 2019 at 12:36 AM UTC
Doubt
the wind whistling outside my window dying to get in wanting to intrude on my conversation the loud snores of the two bodies that lie beside me not a sound travels into the room we are the perpetrators my room full of concepts i can no longer focus on the conversations distracted by the cries of the wind and the roars of the beasts inhabiting my bed i must keep quiet for the noise has begun to intensify quiet hrs on the floor silence approaches me, with a request i explain that it's not me but them the voices and the wind and the beasts the conversations now sound like thunder all in an effort to rid of the pollution silence has broken through forcing my hand, i give in to his request my lips have been sealed by those small chalky tablets as the conversations within die off the screams now become a whisper a warm, endearing figure now lays beside me good night silence till we meet again
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Feb 25, 2019
Feb 25, 2019 at 3:43 AM UTC
quiet hrs
I will spread dirt into every crevice of my broken heart and plant flowers so big and beautiful, that their roots will mend all the shattered pieces back together, and you’ll never be able to see the mess I used to be.
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Jan 28, 2019
Jan 28, 2019 at 2:57 PM UTC
Self Love
Death holds her hand Cowering in the corner of her room Greeted by the familiar face She welcomes him with open arms Whipping away her tears His cold embrace engulfs her Arms wrapped around her body As the flames of her anger are extinguished His grasp slicing into her like glass Serpent coiled around his prey Unable to flinch She gives in to death And the fight for her last breath has ceased
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Jan 28, 2019
Jan 28, 2019 at 2:43 PM UTC
Overdose
I was forced to leave the place I called my sanctuary The place in which you constantly reminded me I should feel safe Filled with positive memories Happiness and no judgment But we have two different definitions of safe To you, because you are my mentor, you have this overruling authority You will punish both the right and the wrong There is no use in biting the hand that feeds you So, unconsciously, your wish is my command You didn’t even realize I was gone Until I was I ran away from you as fast as I could Expecting an unruly army of beasts to follow behind I waited Stopped at the red light No one came after me There was no army Not even a gust of wind Shame was the only one to follow me into the dark Freedom, no more orders or demands The unreality of this moment sank in All I wanted was to be back in the safety of my own arms However, I no longer had a safe place to rest A flightless bird trapped in a nest of lies Unable to escape I ran into the night, no direction of where I was headed Alone, but free
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Jan 20, 2019
Jan 20, 2019 at 12:59 PM UTC
What I Once Called Home