jordan-bryson - Hello Poetry

fire-fire, lair-lair can't see where this heat ends or where it originally begins following fashion but giving up on trends art is a concept and there is nothing left of my personality to defend strictly forbidden the rules i tend to bend you impress my heart i am your friend

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May 18, 2016

May 18, 2016 at 2:08 PM UTC

jordan-bryson

fire-fire, lair-lair

fire-fire, lair-lair can't see where this heat ends or where it originally begins following fashion but giving up on trends art is a concept and there is nothing left of my personality to defend strictly forbidden the rules i tend to bend you impress my heart i am your friend

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Say "hello!" to the little-orange friends, with them our mind extends; and further. Or is it...how far? Please drive slow, crawling level with the wheels of the car. Look, it's that space, the "old place"; remembering that face. From her lips, my past, I trace. Definitions tend to change. The way they are described sounds so strange. Oh, you fickle little words, or more so, you ink scribbles resembling flocks of birds. I have been asked to descry meaning from you, from such language. It's a clairvoyant mission that will only promise me anguish. My mortality, my fears, all of the limits holding me shall be broken and then finally, my own identity, I'll vanquish.

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May 18, 2016

May 18, 2016 at 1:20 PM UTC

jordan-bryson

Neuro-destiny

Say "hello!" to the little-orange friends, with them our mind extends; and further. Or is it...how far? Please drive slow, crawling level with the wheels of the car. Look, it's that space, the "old place"; remembering that face. From her lips, my past, I trace. Definitions tend to change. The way they are described sounds so strange. Oh, you fickle little words, or more so, you ink scribbles resembling flocks of birds. I have been asked to descry meaning from you, from such language. It's a clairvoyant mission that will only promise me anguish. My mortality, my fears, all of the limits holding me shall be broken and then finally, my own identity, I'll vanquish.

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I am a dreadful darkness, do you think love will work for us? Images, words, are these what you trust? I have swords for you, dripping with lust. The light shows you my reflection, but I'm trying to tell you, that mirror is clouded with dust. I throw what I have away and I so earnestly collect pain. Yours, his, hers; it's all the same. Selfish, maybe, but we all desire to play; this isn't and it never was, my game. Do you hear my voice? If you decide, that you do want to love me, then I must let you hold the blame. Humanity is on the other side of myself; I cannot reach it. I've never been taught, you see, I have nothing for anyone. I perceive what you want. I am able to give you what you want. The problem is that I don't know what I want. So, in choosing the default, I want everything. I will take that from you, love and all, so that we are bound to fall. Oh, I pray to god that you speak my language. I can't ******* hold my tongue. I've wrote a thousand ballads, a thousand songs I've sung and not one of them has touched them. Oh, even to have them turn in my direction; pain sees in me. It's the toll I pay, the ghosts who walk this world come to me for its collection.

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Apr 12, 2016

Apr 12, 2016 at 7:30 AM UTC

jordan-bryson

Want For Not

I am a dreadful darkness, do you think love will work for us? Images, words, are these what you trust? I have swords for you, dripping with lust. The light shows you my reflection, but I'm trying to tell you, that mirror is clouded with dust. I throw what I have away and I so earnestly collect pain. Yours, his, hers; it's all the same. Selfish, maybe, but we all desire to play; this isn't and it never was, my game. Do you hear my voice? If you decide, that you do want to love me, then I must let you hold the blame. Humanity is on the other side of myself; I cannot reach it. I've never been taught, you see, I have nothing for anyone. I perceive what you want. I am able to give you what you want. The problem is that I don't know what I want. So, in choosing the default, I want everything. I will take that from you, love and all, so that we are bound to fall. Oh, I pray to god that you speak my language. I can't ******* hold my tongue. I've wrote a thousand ballads, a thousand songs I've sung and not one of them has touched them. Oh, even to have them turn in my direction; pain sees in me. It's the toll I pay, the ghosts who walk this world come to me for its collection.

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