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Soliloquy
I see the stars aligning
but not for you and me
I could tell that I love her
lose her easily
Conversations with the moon
about our future too:
She says that patience is a virtue
you can never lose
I balance time
but in my mind
I know it don’t exist
I travel back to when
our when our inhibitions
shared a kiss
A couple drinks
and we are arguing
emotions
act as garnishes
I think that she forgot
my heart is still one
of her hostages
Don’t return it back
I’ve learned to live
without it
Our love is pure
and beautiful and
that I never doubted
7th letter I decipher
don’t what it means
I see em glowing green
with envy when she sets me free
She doesn’t feel the same
ambivalent in every way
I hope that notes
can make her stay
but let her go and reach her goal
your selfishness
might break her soul
Tell me what to do
Tell me what to do
I broke a heart tonight
so I could spend
some time with you
Tell me what to do
Tell me what to do
I broke a heart tonight
so I could spend
some time with you
Sep 28, 2017
Sep 28, 2017 at 1:24 PM UTC
I asked my God
to set me free
she said she couldn’t
yet.
My fate and
destiny is greater
but I can’t accept.
Whats the cost of life?
Whats the price of death?
I’m in the market,
wheres the auction
I place my bets.
The sermons
growing darker
but its winter
so its fitting
and its daunting
but living
just causes pain.
Can’t find my way
Do I love life? Yes.
Do I hate death? No.
Its a ritual and cycle
and I play my role.
Suicide
been on my mind
since I was 15,
but I was too weak
The end is tempting.
This depression got me hostage
through a void I am falling
and I don’t care when I land
no no
If I lose life tomorrow
don’t count me in your sorrow
just move on and let me be
Set me free
Set me free
Paradoxes I’m living
I think need some religion
or stupid guidance
fore suicide pays me a visit
Aug 2, 2017
Aug 2, 2017 at 2:23 PM UTC
Here am I love
discovering that distance
caught attention of lust
and if our moment infinite
only her eyes I trust.
She was meant for me.
Desire exponentially
grows into a sunflower
where beauty meets its destiny.
Eden in her garden
Aphrodite laying next to me
can’t ignore the Goddess
now ingrained into my memory.
Am I obsessive?
Or were we meant to meet
and become each others possessions.
I need her kiss to now remove the doubt
She needs my lips to end her draught
together lose our sanity
and love each other right amounts.
Overdue this love has been
despite my patience growing thin
I crave for touch of hers on skin
the one who taught me how to love again.
www.soundcloud.com/zedler/sets/bwa
Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 2:28 AM UTC
Do not treat education as business.
They’re making millions off children
who reside in subsidized housing.
They're making millions off children
who ask mother "what's for dinner?"
even though it's 10:00 pm
and the lack of food in their stomach
has given them a hint as to what the answer is.
They’re making millions off children
who’ll end up dead or in jail before they’re 18.
If you don’t care or if you’re okay with that,
then just keep quiet.
Keep your opinions to yourself.
We’re all entitled to our own.
Quite frankly, I am not offended.
All I ask is that you don’t tell me
it's wrong to want change.
The education system in this country
is bound to fail many, but that does not mean
that I have to as well.
Do not tell me I can't cause change.
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 11:48 PM UTC
Started off in the [clouds]
and after falling and crashing down,
touched the roots of a redwood.
Now with the help of giraffes
I scale it's back as I'm looking
to climb my way up the trunk.
Branch after branch,
contact causing
**** hoping no one
stops my conquest
and burns this tree to ash.
Talking to fauna,
birds chirp, to attempt
continuing this saga,
after she left I reduced to
nothing but a larva, as I now
undergo the metamorphosis,
similar to that of Kafka's.
Trauma induces this
determination, of being reunited
in clouds with her creation,
and if up there nothing for me
is waiting, then abort mission,
swing towards a new notion,
and from the the clouds
I'm perched upon, jump
and plummet into the [ocean].
25 hours pass before
the tip of the tree is reached
and as the sun rises, I realize
I'm above the horizon and
on clouds perched I instantly
recognize the eyes hidden
under eyelids.
Finally we've met again,
tragic ending as I reach for
her to grab my hand.
Unstably standing on this branch
and as she hands me hers, she
retreats and pulls back.
Slipping, she let me fall
and midair I hear my heart
crack, falling thousands of feet,
I'm thinking of the love she couldn't
keep, and before the impact a thought passes my head; so honest.
Humans like myself, too ambitious in their conquest,
meant to stay at trunk of trees, and clouds, strictly homes for a goddess.
Dec 2, 2013
Dec 2, 2013 at 2:51 PM UTC
Detain, and explain to the public,
why these rhymes seem so redundant.
[two] for the second letter of the alphabet, the woman
I haven't crashed out of love yet.
Bear with me if it seems amiss,
[five] for the encounter where I finally
placed a kiss on her lips.
Wishing I wasn't missing.
To review, ink contained in pages
of the book labeled as [two], there's
a poem written by the name of [sleep],
written after the events in the previous stanza,
which after, of reality I got a grip
and coincidentally this poem in her
direction written was also the fifth.
As well as [two] being the book
published by my hand as number [five],
I slowly see the everlasting love starting
to die.
Aren't quite finished yet,
as none of it I regret.
To me my favorite and always the best,
struggling to write, as my heart pounds
and causes friction with my chest.
Met on the twentieth day of November,
contains a [two], but that might be a stretch,
as I find more reasons to love her while
smoking this cigarette.
If counting November as number one,
It took us [seven] months to become one;
addition of [two] and [five].
Letting a lot of details go by,
but if my math is correct,
that would mean that May was the
month we began a relationship.
May being the fifth month of the year
and I know this last fact about my baby seems crazy,
but having ripped this heart and
having it served on plate, I learned to
believe in fate, both embarked love and
sailing on a relationship, was none
other than May on the on the day of the
[twenty-fifth].
Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 11:53 AM UTC
Controversy started over the images this device receives. Hormones control this impulse, she's making each ***** convulse, and I can tell I'm still in love by the palpitations of my pulse.
Thus, proving that her actions indicate the prequel to her return. Her affection distant but still yearn, expressing sentiments, guess I'll never learn, spoken without biting my tongue
and now it's your turn.
Conquer hearts and take over,
**** her off when I'm not sober,
**** her off when thoughts become somber, **** her off when I say I won't be here much longer, **** her off for many reasons, **** her off once during every season and **** her off the most when in myself I stop believing.
Her perfection an extension of accessible recollection, to the woman who despises the notion of wearing articles of clothing.
Not the best at displaying her emotions, so in combination the words she's chosen seem broken, unable to withhold the growth of sentiments cut at the root, and as they now reproduce, sunflowers inhabit her garden and all the revelations of truth.
Lapse of time passes, lasting longer
than activities that involved
me being on her.
Inappropriately timing events perfectly.
Summer seems to have visited me in the fall, her memories now more than ever I recall and wishing I wasn't missing the woman who had it all.
Concluding it's a blessing, for continuing to have your presence present, writing by only depending on your recollection, and since poetry is my obsession, make new memories with me as I practice the act of ceding back to a former possessor, definition of recession.
Oct 12, 2013
Oct 12, 2013 at 7:10 PM UTC
Out of despair I've broken
the glass protecting this mind
from our memories, as we see
each recollection begin to leak,
your thought, once again
impossible to make hearts retreat.
The explanation I'm deserved;
forgotten, as it's now stained with forgiveness,
in order to attempt a different tactic at recapturing
the heart, of which a picture, I keep in this attic.
Can you read the words
of this asthmatic?
That my voice is finally
calm and not frantic.
Hate my enemy, to it,
no longer an addict.
That to you this seems
as me trying to keep
sparks lit with static.
Correct you are lovely lady,
and if you read this in content, get in contact
with man whose name begins with a consonant,
keep communication constant and let us
learn to walk before jogging.
At the moment too overwhelmed and
if the tattooed [two] were to appear
I'd steer the [conversations] onto revealing
I'm held up in investing a relationship with fame.
The pieces are starting to fall into place.
I'd tell you in detail,
but for now I'll keep this tongue tamed.
Sep 19, 2013
Sep 19, 2013 at 3:15 AM UTC
Gripping dark leaded pencils
with tips as sharp as the razors
estrogen slit their wrists with.
Mischief produced
due to the size this heart
has been reduced to,
and deduce that she left
after growing weary
of the same being she's seduced.
Serotonin levels low.
Drugs will bring them up,
and perhaps under their
influence this [derelict]
will encounter the verb ****
Endless void of
disappointments have
left him poignant, causing
an appointment to sell souls
to fictional individuals.
Admire the horizon while
he's wasting time rhyming.
Crying to keep haunting
spirits alive and using them in
literature in pitiful attempts to thrive,
simply to leave the entire world who's
abandoned him behind.
27 club. Second attempt
at having [conversations] with death.
Sep 3, 2013
Sep 3, 2013 at 7:35 PM UTC
Taking [love], and together
we build, mold and shape a new definition
to the archaic word that must've existed before
Eve could even describe what she was feeling.
Absence makes the heart grow strong
and right now it seems as though I've grown fond
of someone who is just shy of perfection.
Recollection of every memory in my possession,
growing anxious knowing when
our love she'll once again start addressing.
Count the sunsets and
sunrises we've missed seeing,
due to all the time we've spent dreaming
with our eyes wide open.
Successfully conquered someone's else's heart and
although it all starts to fall apart I wonder if gaining
the strength to ignore faults can be used
to hold up the stars.
Create the sky with the color of ink
that reflects the night and look up at it
for answers to finally stop asking [why]
Inspired by the same muse who's forced me
to abuse the pen held by my fingers, and yes,
their thoughts continue to linger on the one girl who causes
them to speak a 4 letter idiom that begins with the letter [L].
To others it's just a word but her name
is synonymous to love and discovery
of that to me, means the world.
Writing this as the stars settle.
The eve of the 25th. Heart inhaling love
letting down its armor, and I realize that without
her my organs won't function for much longer.
Jul 24, 2013
Jul 24, 2013 at 6:40 PM UTC