Anxiety, like fire,
Needs fuel,
We feed it with fear,
If only,
we can let it burn out.
Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 4:56 PM UTC
wandering hands;
searching for
the unknown,
feeling for
perfect emotion,
wanting to
never
let go.
electricity
pulses through
your veins,
you know
it's right,
it's so
wrong
that it's
**absolutely
right.**
Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 4:56 PM UTC
You were aiming for the moon,
lifting your head as high as your neck would let you
But as you were walking,
you forgot to look down
...
so you slipped and fell
Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 12:57 AM UTC
My eyes are weary
and teary.
My smile is faded
and painted.
My heart is torn
and forlorn.
I'm broken, dear.
Far too broken, I fear.
(d.d.b)
Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 12:57 AM UTC
because look at them
gallivanting about
the avenues
and boulevards of your skin
as if you are not
the very accumulation of stardust
after countless supernovas
marked the end of old stars
making way for new ones,
as if your eyes
held not a single secret of the universe
even when it's so painfully obvious
with
just
one
glance
that that is not the case.
Here's to them
when they tell You
or make you feel
as if you're not worth a single coin.
*Because you're worth more
than all the treasure in the world.*
Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 12:56 AM UTC
'So easy'
some would say,
the one who never had his day spin in a silent night or turned
his back to find he looks upon himself.
So easy,
like the spasms of the first ****** the beginning of the fall
and in the falling getting smaller, smaller but finding as the crow flies South in fact you're getting taller and the circle that you're in is the thing that's getting smaller, so you flex your limbs and climb and it's easy climbing over, getting over walls that try to keep you in, they never get to teach you that in colleges or seats of learning,
it's like they'd rather leave you yearning, wanting more and burning with the want of it.
But you never pluck your eyes out to see what lies behind because those learned fellows tell us that to do that makes us blind and if that's so and we take heed we'll never know, I'd rather bleed to death than waste my breath and then again I know that breath is just a roundabout of which a death is just one turn-off,
several light years, where the teardrop drops and all time stops to catch another breath and death is just a taste on the palate of some ancestral waiter,
I wait another turn foregoing all the pain and pleasure of that once in a lifetime final seizure,
I am my own and I am Ceasar in my home, a caliph to sit upon the throne and who can tell me no?
even so
I fall and fall and small or tall without a doubt it evens out
in the end.
Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 12:56 AM UTC
In a veil of seething fire
Discontented and decimated
Emotions worn and spent
Empty and cold as a marble vase
With fingered fine cracks
Still beautiful in its imperfections
To the eye
Of loves beholder
And so the tears did fall
In a thick haze of darkness
Repelling the light
A sickly yellow stream
Who in its naive foolishness
Dared venture in
My heart wounded
Wandered
To and fro cross the paths of the earth
Lost in despair
And so my tears did fall
In a torrent of energy
Endless and boundless
Infinite
My soul surged into the unknown of cosmos
The golden heavens of legends
Shrouded in joy and awe
And the tears did fall
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Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 12:56 AM UTC
The sun smiles childlike...
its light is full and fickle--
a burning blindness at one
with what must be done.
The places to call home,
and the beings that abide
there...all made up of
something like the sun.
Whose spirit hides in
plain sight.
Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 12:56 AM UTC