Sext: listen to our song and feel your heart crumble in your chest
Nov 15, 2015
Nov 15, 2015 at 11:12 PM UTC
I see myself as rain
awakened
in the soil.
A rebirth,
a mind alive,
a mad, feverish heart.
Nov 15, 2015
Nov 15, 2015 at 11:05 PM UTC
Breath
In
&
Out
The neuro-
toxins of
your sad
and ever fighting struggle
(BLACK MOLD)
Hopefully
you do make
It out alive.
Here
Here-
Let's praise a cheer and hope
Hope
Wish
&
Pray
For the very best
My dear....BLACK
PLIGHT
PLAGUING &
Mold ing
Me asunder:
Death.
Nov 15, 2015
Nov 15, 2015 at 11:00 PM UTC
As I try to muster the verbs or nouns or adjectives and pronouns to construct a simple verbal thought:
I'm at a loss for
wor(l)ds-
You are the
Atlas
To my lost
Wor(l)ds.
Nov 15, 2015
Nov 15, 2015 at 10:35 PM UTC
Dying love in a gilded cage,
Imprisoned by my pent up rage.
You never loved me, but neither did I,
The last gift you gave was the gift of goodbye.
Nov 15, 2015
Nov 15, 2015 at 10:25 PM UTC
You must begin early
while it is cool and your head clear
discernment, a sharpened tine
probing the rocky darkness
for all things latent and destructive.
Be aware that the velvet sage
of the leaves belies their power
to take over every space, remember
roots burrow deep, anchoring in
fissures we don’t even know exist.
You must delve as close
to the origin as possible
or the **** you think eradicated
will bide its time, germinating
in the still secret ground
waiting for light
to penetrate the moist earth
waking the sprout
who voraciously pushes up and out
a curled blemish
in your otherwise carefully tended garden.
Nov 15, 2015
Nov 15, 2015 at 10:25 PM UTC
Friends with modesty, honesty and quality
Friends with novelty, loyalty and equality,
Is What all desire,
And
Friends with disability, social inequality and religiosity,
Friends with 'weird' human ecology, and 'discriminating' ideology...
None wants to acquire..
Some traits of these,
Are undesirable for sure,
But not even a single person of them,
Need to be ignore(d)...
We all are humans, we all are friends,
We all are lovers of humanity,
We all are creators of humanity and
We all are sufferers of humanity...
We all are friends, we all are a family,
We all are a human colony..
Nov 15, 2015
Nov 15, 2015 at 10:17 PM UTC
My lust, my thirst,
Day by day happen to increase,
But the truth is it darling,
That my life till date has been cease (d)
Nov 15, 2015
Nov 15, 2015 at 10:15 PM UTC
I want to tell him
that I’m scared,
that I’ve been here before.
And that the last time I felt potential like this it imploded;
I imploded.
But I don’t want to taint it,
You see I’m still hopeful
That maybe this time
Won’t end up laced with maybes,
Or what ifs,
Or open wounds pouring blood onto paper.
That maybe this time,
just won’t end.
I’ve not quite worked out whether I think it’s beautiful,
Or stupid -
The human capacity,
And pliancy,
And longing,
For love.
Oct 9, 2015
Oct 9, 2015 at 2:47 PM UTC