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1.4k · Nov 2021
sunflower
Seeds lay on pathways.
No such beauty than right here now.
Light this season up golden.
961 · Nov 2021
my wedding day
Sunshine streams the path.
Long time coming, here we are.
Pure hearts, this is peace.
727 · Nov 2021
apple tree
Falling apples off trees.
Colonies of little ones here.
Apples, apples fall off my tree.
671 · Nov 2021
i be wed
He stares into fields.
Yellow green that sunny day.
Beyond joyous feels.
430 · Nov 2021
a love
Kiss of my hand, leads.
Twilight eyes and curls, pull close.
Stories unfold, he is safe.
429 · Dec 2021
Call me by your name
I’m slipping beneath.
Agony today I wait.
Midnight he wrote. Midnight.
417 · Jan 2022
Intrusive & Invasive
Don't tell anyone about me
I am our little secret
And if you do well, you'll just feel awful
Because I am meant to live inside you
I can exhibit fantasies you could never envision
Packed with terrors and bloodshed rifles
All of my darling things
I'm afraid you are mad there's no fleeing now
So I urge you to do as I say
Keep this secret between me and you.
Chapter Three: The Whistleblower
304 · Aug 2023
Everyday Adoration
I am liberated by the fact that my humanness doesn't take away from what I have to offer and give.
Hear me loud,
Hear me roar,
For I am here in my truth.
286 · Jan 2022
Stargirl
Spending all this time on the cruel leaves an overall bad feel to my soul
Compassion my love
You come from trans-cen-dental love
Heart space and open chakras
I ignore anything but all
Vipassana practices I pray
Baby girl, you're the world
You catch clouds all along the sway
Across the way and okay
Mindful count as the stars crawl and fall
And make a sound out of manner
Cause I'm your Stargirl
Here to shine and brighten in these very dark times
Baby boy, I’m your girl
Here to shine and brighten in these very dark times
Baby boy, I’m your girl
Chapter Three: The Whistleblower
193 · Aug 2023
Goddess of Love
I allow love to wash all over me,
Accepting the darkness and lightness of it all.
I flow with the waves and always chasing the sun.
For you are my optimism of sunlight.
I suppose I should feel sad but I don't
You always put a lot on me so hard to say no
Oh and you know all of what you done
I wish I could say it was once but it was twice
Maybe even more the whole night was a real nightmare
Too handsy for your age, where is your wife?
You’re so gross, you snake, as you think you are making your way
I wonder how many girls you twisted to play your games
Now you pay as you watch years dissipate
Overnight one passionate day
I wish I could say I was sorry but I am not.
Chapter Three: The Whistleblower
158 · Jan 2022
Lover of Green
Come to me
It’s not what it’s all out to be
Letters my love
Can only go so far
You are not the right one
A hard one to swallow
But true
Time to let go
But here is to you
Cannabidiol
My plant extract
You make life a little more sweeter
You make breathing a little smoother
Now no boy can do that
This is a commemoration
Of our bodies lying out by design
Because of you.
Chapter Two: Massage Beds and Therapy Sessions
157 · Jan 2022
Home Was Here
Meditation
Meditation is home
Meditation is a time of severe distress
It is a place to feel
A place to be me
A place where everything finally felt okay
A place where it was okay to not be okay

Meditation you know my heart and soul
Judgments could come my way but that would be okay
And for once I felt a smile form on my face

In meditation, I learned and noticed thoughts were just thoughts, and they don't define me
I learned about peace, one mentioned I would wake up one day and feel that peace within
That motivated me
So I woke and woke and woke up
Days would change and emotions would transform
But when I was here
It was the same but somehow brand new
I learned I’m so much more than my thoughts
Constantly active but could supervise my psyche

Meditation you know my secrets and fears
And the ground caught my tears every step of the way

In meditation, I learned a lot about pain
And how it could manifest in the body
I learned about breathing and how I could expand and really enjoy, soothe, and release

In meditation, I was in the moment
I could finally forget
And feel vulnerable even calm and free
It is the loss of control and willingness
Instead, it is bearing the unknown

In meditation, I learned about patience
Realizing I almost had none
And presence was scary
But how could that be?
I learned so much about me
So when emotions were high I could come here
When no place felt like home but here.
Chapter Three: The Whistleblower
129 · Jan 2022
close
Look a little closer
The letters in between
Lay in postures and faces and time
With one look we would miss out on design
One distraction into another loss of attention
So look no further cause the secrets of life has always been beyond here
In between looks and eyes but we deliberately choose noise and little screens.
Chapter Three: The Whistleblower
128 · Jan 2022
Grave and Pain
Last night I felt myself finally lighter
I felt the weight of hate leave my face
The heaviness of what you think of me soften
Feeling you noticed all my faults and defeats
But you couldn't look inside my pain
Not idealizing my delivery either
I sat under many words
Never rolled and never lived

And there were days I hid away my accomplishments
Feeling I couldn't share trying to make you feel less small
Body confidence down the drain
So I became one in the same
And I'll do all I can do
To trust myself again
To rebuild myself
To let you go
Thousands of pages, let's go
Pushing pieces together that were never meant to fit
Missing the mark
The old-age case of friends having a falling out
Only this one was ages ago
What else is there to say
But that you will never know what I have been going through

Wish you were more gentle and less cold
Move past the icy past
Yet I was so overlooked deliberately ignored by design
Apologies brushed over and checking out
Cause it wasn't on your time
Nice guys do what is told
Watering down feelings
That's not my reasons
But never knowing if I was on your good side
Tracing my footsteps to understand why
Slowly digging myself into a grave
You have many warped around your tears
You’re so good
Playing animosity like a violin
And I believed I was no good
And so easy to let go

A day on the edge of a break
I fought back my tears of shame
Couldn't really get a word in
I couldn't explain
I didn't know if you could see
But I was sure you all did
No one said a word
So convinced I was hiding it well
And well you said some warm words I will never forget
Still today always grateful for that fragile moment
And all of the unfolding even where I lost it all
Gaining myself above it all
So I'll keep sending myself roses
In hopes of softening all the hurt
To mourn the friendships
I felt I once had.
Chapter Three: The Whistleblower
126 · Jan 2022
Life On Earth
I investigated every bone in my body
Seeking the universe in my chronic pain
I fell within so deep
I couldn't recite life on earth  
Depression stole me each night
Demonstrating the darkness and how it could be played
The devil even said you'd like this place
Depression befriended fierce anxiety
Pulling the rug underneath my feet
Every night crying hostage to this body and mind
Captive by thoughts that left me in fear and on edge
I’m just the hell out of choices
And I’m the hell out of control
Chapter Two: Massage Beds and Therapy Sessions
126 · Jan 2022
The Right To Have Heart
So much more sensitive now
If you think I don't have the right to have a heart
Here is to you
I’m only human
Unresolved emotions flourish and live on now
Only human

Trying to outgrow my past
Once held a web of backbiting tales
And when I am trying to look ahead love
I don't need the ones who remind me of the past putting me in reverse

So much more like a child now
If you think you know me
Well I guess we can all go home now
You were convinced and fooled love
Your prescription of me is relevant
What you think of me is none of my business love

Trying to outlive my past
Once told by a distorted mind
And when I am trying to go, forward love,
I don't need the ones who look backward love.
Chapter Three: The Whistleblower
114 · Jan 2022
loving designs
Out with the old and in with the new
How long does it last until it is no good?
Cause as age comes I shine with time
All the awareness of here becomes clear
Until one day I become so fine
I evaporate into manifestations of loving designs.
Chapter Three: The Whistleblower
111 · Jan 2022
Thank You
I am joined by singing birds as I walk alongside
the sandy sidewalk. And suddenly it starts to rain the heat creates a coral steam like that puts me in a dreamlike haze. Caught dancing like a child in my one-piece cutout & rosy cheeks. Red-handed as if a free man imprisoned for years now completely free. Raindrops are now crashing. I even taste them as I use to as a child and I realize I’m the goddess I’ve always wanted to be I've always been here. But now I’m ready to receive. Out of nowhere a scent of fresh oranges
call my name as it diffuses from a window in the yellow heat. Some say I see the world in a beautiful way. Que sera, sera, but I keep the faith you will join me one day.
Chapter Two: Massage Beds and Therapy Sessions
111 · Jan 2022
truth
Oh the truth
Is hard to be straight
So let's just let them assume
Until ends break
Chapter Three: The Whistleblower
109 · Jan 2022
Sum Of My Story
What does it feel like
To be understood?
The nausea of it all
The seek of the release
It keeps going on and on
There is no ending
I hang by a thread
And I can never turn back
A terrace I never chose to wander
Crossed eyes my sister watches
It never stops
I remember it all
Like it's my own memory
But it's not her recollection
Flashes of the burgundy floral couch
Still, haunt me before my understanding
I remember it all but not through my eyes
All above
Outta my body
This is my story.

Why does history repeat itself?
Everyone is quiet
Some sort of cushionionary tale
Eire whispering tails of death
The third-generation curse
A complication
My body relives her fear
Cause no one acknowledges her pain
She's forgotten in the heat of it all
Shadows cast away her life
Until one day she couldn't take it anymore.

Even in death, she lives in the dusk of the moon
There is blood on her name
There is blood on your hands

I am safe, I am safe
All I ever wanted to hear was that I was okay
Baby, it’s okay
It’s okay.
Chapter Three: The Whistleblower
106 · Aug 2023
Disappointing People
I am destructive,
Any sign of peace, gone, deceased.
Dread. All in my head.
I walked into that office wearing all black, an oversized leather jacket with a matching leather cap. Blacktop and black pants. “I’ve been having anxiety attacks, I had one yesterday,” I said. I have never known myself to be so broken like this. People aren't just born broken, they become broken from the mind, the system, society, the abusers of power. And it's not just one occurrence; it's multiple of them: some we never acknowledged the pain, some we become in denial about, and some we have forgotten. So, I came into that office tense, nervous and broken. And I kept going into that office even when I was scared. Every time it was hard, every time it was a challenge. But you know what it got easier. And each time I left I learned more and more about myself. And well I may have walked in broken but I left lighter and lighter each time.
Chapter Three: The Whistleblower
105 · Jan 2022
Anxiety
It is only a thought away
It is just a heartbreak away
It is a loss away
It is a smoked mind
A fearful heart
It is a mist of something wrong
A total distant soul
Starts in the mind moves its way into the form
Not one sign of connection insight
Creating a wall in between the ones closest to you
Confusing you, they are all enemies
No one will ever understand you

Anxiety
Tied me up in a terror
Wrapped me and squeezed me bleeding
I can not see indefinitely
My hearts racing and I have no clue why
Deeper and deeper into the rabbit hole I go
Losing any sign of a glow
You convinced me
Now even becoming my only friend

Anxiety
Is the total loss of control
So far gone I never thought I could go
For trying to hold it all
Thoughts I'm embarrassed to say
The hatred of it all
It is the judgment therefore all
It is trusting no one
But constantly holding on by a hair
Praying no one will strike a twine
Cause all is fragile
And every word is a knife
A blade and some
Whispering to me
Searching for a release
Never able to see the other way
And I'm far removed
So what's the use of it all...

My dear,
Take a deep breath
You have survived this far
Because of yourself
Learn compassion
Learn to love
And connect the body mind and soul
Have a little faith within
Forget the shame
You are not alone
Have a little more strength
To know you can't fight this alone.
Chapter Three: The Whistleblower
105 · Jan 2022
Amore
Becoming colorless
And all communal
I wish you would go south & Slam
Vanish & scram town
So vain, high, & mighty
I wanna sneak away
Maybe even storm out
Compose & Dream up
So, I’ll have to steal away madness
Withdraw & leave a wound
Wear & Tear through the pigment
Kiss it goodbye
I’ll cut & run so fast
Just to strengthen & brighten
No single civil will get one glimpse
Interesting & disappearing
The Slow & Steady
Ditchin & Bleachin  
Now you wanna Back Out
While I Watch you Wash Out
Since I’m feeling you Fade Out
Vamonos ready for a Blow Out
Yeh, this is my Hurl Amore
Chapter One: Confessions Of Aggression
Not proud to say
Just telling the truth
Accepting my flaw
Detached as hell
I'm like air
I could be hot
I could be cold
Think what you may
Maybe even shallow as hell
It will take you years to figure out
My life's mission
To find out why no touch
Ever keeps me warm.
Chapter One: Confessions Of Aggression
101 · Jan 2022
Mystery My Dear
Mystery my dear
That's all you may see
Some see a challenging view
Some see a hurting soul
Who were you?
Who will you be?

Cause mystery you see
It's not at all what you think
You know the sources chained
To my knees for so many years?
There is a darkness within me
My body steers the distance
But my heart craves the love

My mystery you feel?
There is a lot more to hear
Some will be restless
But who will be virtuous?

Lean in and let me tell you a secret
My mystery my dear
Was built of righteous and fear.
Chapter Two: Massage Beds and Therapy Sessions
96 · Jan 2022
Soul Practices
I spent a lot of time
Proving
I spent a lot of time
For causes
For a higher calling I guess
All I ever wanted was to connect
To find a puzzle piece that was missing within
Connecting the to this
Connecting to that
When all I ever needed was to connect to me.

You are so ahead of your past times
Not from this realm
More like a bunch wings always free
My love, you suffer from severe amnesia
You have already been through this pathway
Remembering your singularity
You are enough
More than enough
With mystical touches of mystery
You are an intuitive sensitive child
Moving through obstacles with style
Don't let anyone tell you otherwise
Better yet, don't let anyone show you otherwise
You put in passages and the stance
It shows ceremonies of healing dreams
A dream of their disappearance
And your reappearance
Despite the manifestation
You are a sweeping force
Carrying yourself
Reminding yourself
The ones that got away
Rewind one more last time
Turning the pages
You got away

You may have held my hand for a while
But I hold my heart forever
The true balance of being tamed and instinctive
Finding the primal practice of soul healing craft
My love is all I need to feel complete
It is written into the stars and drawn into destiny.
Chapter Three: The Whistleblower
96 · Jan 2022
July
Home is where the heart lives
I guess that is where my essence always stayed
In the thousand countryside catching the summer air
Composed of love spills out the little touches
The dawn days your always there
Open arms full of fondness snuggles
Your eyes declare true sympathy and tenderness
Oh with other words seem to get in the way
While you’re full of wisdom and appreciation
Tan skin in the sun oh how, you are so delicate
I adore meeting here with you
All of the worries of the upcoming months dissipate
As we grow it all feels more grande
Summertime fills the ambiance
Feels of silk thread roll across fields
Always playing’
Always attachin’
Lingering hips
“You are my best friend.”
All the calm in the world doesn't need lyrics to reveal
Oh how you are my daylight, and no midsummer is as warm as you.
Chapter Three: The Whistleblower
94 · Jan 2022
The Realist
Hi, I’m Arcadya. I claimed this name after I was leaving the old and leading into the new. But it only really fit until now. Going back to 2009. You know the time you just needed to get by? Looking for role models, but no one existed, but you. Once upon a time, I became my own hero consisting of planned seductions, secrets, and being a %100. Love, that was hard to maintain you know nights only God could help you see the light. But she never showed up at my doorstep until May 2019.

I’m also called A. And on a scale of 1 to 100, I was dying inside in form of chronic pain, nausea, and anxiety attacks. And the people who passed me by never said goodbye. I’d be lying if I said I don’t hate goodbyes, I didn’t miss you, and I forgive you. I get it, times are hard, and we all gotta get through the day. Even if it’s straight-up denial. But is it too much to ask for a good friend at the end of the day? If it’s not at all but partly on me, deep emotional connections felt like a gateway into my childhood despair. Alienation my friend and fearful, so I stayed up until sunrise.

And well if you're still listening I have some more questions. Where was my safety? And where is it now? Locked up and so I questioned my life. And where is heaven? And Is this hell? Cause I feel misunderstood, but I am choosing discomfort over being resentful. But who am I if not speaking my mind? And questioning time. So yeah, I’m red hot candle wax already lit and high and my mind tends to race. Mediation my religion cause all is lost and gone. And kind words lead me the way. So I tattoo affirmations cause we see every day. So meet me at night when I’m loose and I unwind. A sight only for the patient and kind. Life’s a spiral journey and sometimes it feels all too much. But every day is a step further from my despair. And so, I remember and dream as I shield little ole me at night and say what I always longed to hear that, baby it’s alright and everything will be okay.
Chapter Three: The Whistleblower
93 · Jan 2022
Pistols
Pistols
Pistols

I dream about pistols

Pistols
Pistols

Why do you haunt me so

Pistols
Pistols

Please just leave me alone
Chapter Two: Massage Beds and Therapy Sessions
I would look into eyes
Rather replaying, I dive.
Holding on longer.
The weight of last night,
Contriving illusions, harsh hands,
Forged “good” mask the fatal.
91 · Jan 2022
I’m A Golden Okay
The dark night of the soul
Is not for the dual and the cruel
To my anxiety, darkness, and depression
You have erased my image
Taken and deepened my sleep
Just give up, lose the grip, and just lose the grasp
You have no command
Just my notes of sadness
If you can't understand this path
Just be gone
Shame on you
Like a flicker of a candle
I try to hold onto the night
Like I hold onto the reasons
The truth is I am running out of excuses
I am so tired of being afraid
Breathing itself you were in my hand
But I keep asking questions
Answers already sewn into my deep dark soul
Strain and tension
I am a golden okay
My heart, my soul, my mind, my beloved
You have done so well
Congratulations
You are the evening mixer
And will continue to be the morning elixir.
Chapter Two: Massage Beds and Therapy Sessions
90 · Jan 2022
Third & Devotion
Fascination & Disappearing
We Dissolve into pieces of Affection
The land of Appreciation
The corner of Devotion
We Lie & Dream
Watch time pass by
We follow the Beam
The rapture of Tenderness
The field of Lust & Yearning
Cherishing the Contentment
We Cling to each other
A Cozy Frenzy
Chapter One: Confessions Of Aggression
89 · Jan 2022
Body Mind & Soul
I've been waiting for you
You’re so **** beautiful
How you carry those things
Then get inside my brain
Pick it inside and out
Not only at night
Even in the day
You're so **** beautiful
With such an interesting mind
You're a masterpiece
So worth the time
Baby, when I look into your eyes
I know you're not perfect
And that's okay
You keep me dreaming
Thinking at night
You pull me close
Never leaving me at night
You read my body
You Know me well
I know you too
Body mind and soul
Chapter One: Confessions Of Aggression
Call me crazy. But I still wonder. Life has been a knife and you were that one light. Slowly killing, I didn't want to exist anymore. So, I knew it’s time to get to know me. I’m only human and I still wonder how I let you slip beneath my teeth. But time has passed. My hair grew grey and my heart grew blue. I still see sunshine on your face. That's what takes me back. But that’s okay. I learned a lot. Hopefully, a tale to tell one day. Knowing we will find whole lovers if it isn't us finding one another one day.
Chapter Three: The Whistleblower
89 · Jan 2022
Befriending Depression
Observing since the age of five
Kids were watching bugs bunny
While I was watching my parents expressions
Trying to stay inline
Sitting at the top of the stairs
Never knowing what my life would become
Until one-day depression would fancy my name
It whispers in dark alleyways
Knowing my every move
Saying, “I own you”
Oh, do you?
Meet me at 11 am each day
After a beautiful day
Along with a week of massage beds and therapy sessions
When dark meets the light
And each day less and less of a hold
Until one day
I stop buying into you
You'll wash away
Leaving scars and seaweed on shores
I'll speak of love letters against the sunset
“Besides the distance and memories can we be friends?”
Chapter Two: Massage Beds and Therapy Sessions
89 · Jan 2022
enjoy it while it lasts
Enjoy it while it lasts
All smiles
Ignorance lies underneath
Not my best
Jealousy gets me
But I get by
And smile
Knowing your joy won't last
Chapter Two: Crying Massage Beds and Therapy Sessions
88 · Jan 2022
Gone Girl
I don't want to speak
I can't
Not like I used to
Everything seemed so seamless
Now my lips are pierced shut
Some may say for good reason
Well good riddance
Gone gone gone girl
So wild in nature with glare that cutthroat
Lies high five, smile, and dance in eyes
Beneath the pain beneath the dilation of past and mind
These values inspect and spy
All eyes on me in faces and reflections
Aiming at others
To find reason
Cause I guess somehow I got a lot to say
Are you being heard? She said. First session.
Argue in my ear

But, I don't want to talk
I can't
Not like I used to
That was then
There is no evaluation and perfection in wholeness of vowels nor pronunciations
My mistaken words slur showing character
My voice and tone
Low of the past
Forgiving it all
Mumbling and tumbling
To find a point
The humbleness grows true beneath my feet
Used to scream confidence
I used to believe a lot

So I don't want to talk
But , I can
But not like before
When I do though
Hear the child
Who yarns, learns, and grows
Painting on the floor
Saying a sentence again and again in many different forms
Until you hear the beauty in the impeccable disaster
I carry with desire and exquisite grace.
Chapter Three: The Whistleblower
87 · Jan 2022
First Hand Infidelity
Long live obsessed with kept secrets
I’ll find them in men of all kinds
Daisies wash away
One by one I call out the ones who double dealed, fake, and flaked
I’m just looking for absolution
Mother Earth once my friend
At the twelfth strike my world crashes down
Speak of love
Yet your eyes double cross
My love has shown me firsthand infidelity
Tell me about falseness
Once you eat your own words
Runaway, look away in hard times
There must be more? Cause enough is not enough
Teach me, better yet model me, then cheat me
I’m wondering, Who are you?
You share my DNA, but I don’t know you
You think of me as cold that’s only half the path
Feel the distance
Know it’s your result of mistrust
Those tears say and say
The body holds the source
No blanks anymore
Don’t mistake when I say
I know your long lost kept secret
Only a child used so carelessly
All the years of loneliness and void
Blame **** them and forgive
Please daisies castaway the deception
Clarity swimming in remission
Long before I drown in the many retributions.
Chapter Two: Massage Beds and Therapy Sessions
85 · Jan 2022
Three Years of Blue
Our goodbye
A sad view
We never knew
Three years of blue
You held my heart too close to yours
What's left of me?
Can I love?
Can I heal?
I dream of you from time to time
You are mine
Born again
You remind me of a time
A time of young and wild
Forgive me, Kim
I feel brand new
Like when I was free with you
But time let me let you go
For someone brand new
Send me prayers
To release my wounds
And courage to heal my heart
Lord, let's try again
To go on and love once again.
Chapter Two: Massage Beds and Therapy Sessions
84 · Jan 2022
You
You
The exception is you
They all carry two
The ego and you
But it's you
You splash the generalization
Out of the crowd
Cause he
Knows he knows
His blushing cheeks
Light up my night
Cause she
Plays with time
Flashing before trusting eyes
Oh behave of truth and divine
Someone get this boy by her before
A twist in time
Nothing but faith
He waits owing his life to time
While she flies through time
Like we’ve all got time
He lays in my bed with not a worry in mind
She wonders
Is he introspective and delightful?
A dream of a one of a kind
Chapter Two: Massage Beds and Therapy Sessions
83 · Jan 2022
stay forever flowing baby
Allow nothing
to slow
your pace
or affect
your energy
stay forever
flowing baby
you are air
and they just tear
Chapter One: Confessions Of Aggression
83 · Jan 2022
Conversations With God
I have never met you
But I heard your energy is so divine
I have never been near you
But I heard the air is so fine.

I used to fancy about you day in & out
Until you became overplayed and so overhyped
I used to count the days until I'd meet you
But then I found out you were just like everyone else
Even after all the push & pulls
I see you in a new & queer light
I see you in pure faces in the open air
I made you a reverie
Until I realized you were a lie
My days have reformed
I want to live and breathe the voyage
Things I haven't yet seduced.

Still, I haven't met you
But somehow I know we have met before
Just in another past-life
I have never met you but I am so sure we will again
You go beyond space, time, skin, body, & mind
So, I'm telling you I'm so sure we will meet again in time
Just forget about how & when
So personal to me
I gave up my knowing
It doesn't belong anymore
If I'm listening closely I hear you whisper my name
In dark streets during the night
If I look closely I see you outside of my glass screen door
Just waiting to be let in.

You once met me and rooted passion & desire within me
Binding me to you
When I lose my creed
Your love bleeds igniting me
The knowing we will meet again
I thought I was oh so high
Until the word
You are oh so high oh mighty.
Chapter One: Confessions Of Aggression
82 · Jan 2022
Coral Blooded Breeze
Yet, again a dual duplicate
Edge of the night I arise
I flee the scene
It’s frigid and so chilly
I gasp with a puff and whiff of
a coral blooded breeze
My kitty on edge and alarmed
A feeling of mind-bending pastimes
Both portals wide & unsealed
These halls
Hold dreary & dismal riddles
Just waiting to be solved
Such a common carmine illusion
One spine chilling
Second time a state of art
Chapter One: Confessions Of Aggression
81 · Jan 2022
Whistleblower
Fooled you, fooled you
Maybe even you
Congrats if not you
Liar, liar
My mouth was on fire
Telling puzzles no one could ever
Crack, even I lost track
I’ve written maps of words
That spell out depression
Deep flaws of numbness
Hoping they’d grow thorns
Needles that manipulate me into high anxiety
I won't bore you to where my mind would go
Boundless words I shouldn’t say
Until I tasted therapy
The only place that wouldn't
Swallow me and undergo me
Search stress that's post-trauma
And every day is a test
Here is to exposing my truth
And here is to trust
I'm only looking at you
And I'll serve you good
Just remember I am forever my life’s
Whistleblower of truth
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London Blues
Worlds away
I can't wish to stay
If not you then I
A new dream
A real-life runaway
It smells so sweet
Just around the corner
It couldn't be any further
So appealing
Am I running away?
Where is my curiosity?
Where is yours?
So yeah, London I fancy you
Shiny and new
But you can never
Take away what is true.
Chapter Two: Massage Beds and Therapy Sessions
You are air
The wind
As you flow
So Bare
And you care
And stare
As you brush through my hair
You are my ocean blue
You look so good in blue
Boy, my boy,
As I stroke through your hair
Your eyes tell me the future
We can be vain
What can we say
We're tigers not ******* bears
You Worship me
And I Worship you too
I'm the King
But for you I'll be your Queen
And you are my forever King
My ideal dream
Best friends at heart
And lovers that finally meet.
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Quiet the mind
Count the stars
Swim in the universe
Fill it with dreams & kisses
Love of all kind
And come back to life
Keep loving baby
Louder & louder
Bleeding & pleading love
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