Believe me, we've been here before
We skated the fringe
And now it's sure that there's no way back
But back is for *******
The unknown is the ultimate game
We're not pretty
You've been mutilated by what they all think
for far too long
Its time to be free, be brave - it'll never be so
Until we make it so.
May 29, 2019
May 29, 2019 at 4:59 AM UTC
There is a duality in this existence
there is a part we play no role in
There are spaces we could and would never fit into.
But we are here
& there is no going back
There is only this time that stands now
& possibly the day after that.
Still, there is an aching radiant lining in all of us, the moment of.
Let's be here unwavered & unafraid,
carving heirlooms for ghosts
for a future, we will never exist in.
Tumbling like sand cathedrals
We will float together
maybe.
May 29, 2019
May 29, 2019 at 4:56 AM UTC
Just like sand cathedrals, we're forever changing with the shifts, constantly fading back into a blackness.
There's always going to be this urge, this feeling that we're crooked. We'll never be the ox pulling our own wagon, we're on a magnetic path to the unknown yet its the only road to finding acceptance.
Feel small things, let the little magics wash your face before bed. Let the birds be your whispers, flittering over the mountains as your body.
You have no name, you have no fear. The stars are your cardinals leading you to the quite.
Find this moment & rest in it.
May 29, 2019
May 29, 2019 at 4:53 AM UTC
We sit in these walls
With a million doors pressing closed
They close until you stand up
and pry with your ****** fingers
at least one door open
Even a crack can let in the light.
Im sick of prying with ****** fingers - I want this door flung open now!
Ive felt a few feelings in my life
None that didn't do me help
None that didnt lead me to this exact thought.
**** this im ******* done!
Ive discovered who and what
Its the where and how thats staggering
In circles in front of me
Running like the headless chicken
That i assume is me
But its not
Im in full spectrum
At least i honestly feel like i am
Ive been tricked into a destiny that has no piece in my puzzle
And i have to be brave enough to be all my own parts
That's what they all fear the most
Let be those
Who judge you
Pretending is the hardest game
And im not its number one player
I know thats ok
Its ok
Ive done my mending and changing - as i grow towards my light
How do i do all this ****
Its confusing
Its bothering
How do you try sow new seeds
Or even mend to the old ones
when someone took a great fat stinking **** in your garden?
I suppose
You have to shovle the **** out
Repurpose it into a sort of fertilizer
Yet i still need to source the mud
& some how you got to keep those seeds safe
& the few buds you have,
some how they need to stay alive
And its wrenching my heart
& i want to pull it out of my chest
& lay it down in some tool box
Perhaps for hands that know how to do with it better.
May 17, 2019
May 17, 2019 at 4:31 AM UTC
Its been a tough thought lately
Things keep constantly changing
As they should
As life mills over another season
We stand
Waiting to reap from the seeds we had sown
Waiting for consistent reality to
do something different
spark a little sort of essence
Residing somewhere beneath a cold skin
Singing for sweet sweet nothing's
Always hoping for a sensual happening
This is where we stop to think -
Dont think, this mosquito is ******* me off
Right brain sting
Im going to go work on my pc
But lastly,
never stop seeking.
May 17, 2019
May 17, 2019 at 4:27 AM UTC
It's much easier to write them love letters
Than to say what's truly wrong
It's much easier to hold them
And hope they feel the same inside
It's much easier to turn a blind eye
Because it's much easier to love someone
Than constantly find their faults
Its much easier to hold onto joy
Than only ever listen to the chiming of the sorrow filled gong
Because it's much easier to wear your heart on your sleeve
Its much easier to be the one who gives
Rather than the one to receive
Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 7:32 AM UTC
Levitate the expantions of light
Sink in the jaded moon bright
Hold quite and soak the embers that dull in this sun
So long ago these songs were sung
In soft tongues
Run
Run under the stream of shallow stars
Sleep
Sleep in the cracks and chirps of sorrow hung
Marching in a steady continuum
March and till the weaving of another sparrow has spun
Across the sky of tear shimmer
The songs of the unsung
Liminate in the finding of the leaving and living
Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 5:42 PM UTC
So what we did was ok?
Yea, in my opinion it was
It was a wasted moment of feeling
we shared
it was just a moment
shared again and again
but that's what makes it ok
it was a moment
Love is a lifetime
love is something that is present constantly
it's the decision to create memories
things you want to keep
Dusty letters and stones
random prints on your spine
fingers and hips and places
it's an individual
Their bones
their skin which you want to climb into
their hair where you sleep
Sep 24, 2015
Sep 24, 2015 at 7:16 AM UTC
i died in this
I’m dying
I’m dying to fade
i don’t know
seus
these animals on my lap make it extremely hard to write
why is it that I can’t get over these normalities
this trivial
trivial
it's all so wasteful
these emotions
feelings
blocked
solid lining my thoughts
white paint scraping my elbows
stretching chest cavities
hollow and awake
Sep 24, 2015
Sep 24, 2015 at 7:15 AM UTC
September 13, 2015
There’s this approach
theres this instance
where in one motion
notion
it is there
right here
everything felt
is gained in this
moment
instance
understanding
and it fills you with this
this vigour
there is no constraint
ripples on skin
your skin
my
my skin
and it instills this
fear
but fear is perfect
fear is what you need
fear is the base of
of knowing
and I’m in this
this vibration of movement
this movement
which my pulse doesn’t understand
although the cosmos is there
in all it’s certainty
life
realisation
it’s all
there
Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 4:47 PM UTC