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Just like the spots on my bedroom floor
And the coffee I drop
No matter how slowly I walk
I slip & spill
Why do you always make me feel
Is there something more I need?
So I keep tripping and splashing
because that is all I know
I plan to dive in to get to know you
Like I know every split end of my own
Then maybe just maybe
you’ll turn into crystal clear liquid gold
You are just water to me
But I wish you could purify me
Only you are coffee
And you ever only always stain
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He steps on my toes
You could say I have the whoa's
When kisses blow
I never met someone like you
You smell of good things
Some of my favorite things
Spill em into pieces
Show me something only phases can see
I'm too weak
My heart can't heal
I can't part ways
I just can't deal
Just ask me again
So I can finally say
All the things I could
Never say.
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Kiss of my hand, leads.
Twilight eyes and curls, pull close.
Stories unfold, he is safe.
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
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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.
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Falling apples off trees.
Colonies of little ones here.
Apples, apples fall off my tree.
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?”
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She grew to adore
The soothing sound
Of her lonely thoughts
Out of nowhere
He runs
Just in time
Before doors closed
She was so unsure
But hoped he would
Their eyes linger
Their heads lean into each other
She feels eyes on them now
If only their lips could touch
So compelling
Not a thought but a feeling
If any doubt she knew now
He made the ride worth wild
This was the first time
Having faith that this won’t be
The last time
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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
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I’m slipping beneath.
Agony today I wait.
Midnight he wrote. Midnight.
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.
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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.
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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.
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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
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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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Sometimes I feel empty
Sometimes I feel brand new
I'm looking for advice
But I go off to space
I cut you off
With times and dates
My apologies
But I got a lot to say
**** listening
I'm going down
Down the rabbit hole
Where ptsd lives
Breathe in scares
All along my back
Crying massage beds
Greeting my pain
For all the things
You never said
No amount of words will spare my shame
And now I look a head for good things
Knowing there will always be bumps along the way.
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I am destructive,
Any sign of peace, gone, deceased.
Dread. All in my head.
Don't get invested
Stay on this journey
That has been tested
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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
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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.
You're so Wonderful
As you seem awed & smooth sailing
Honesty the Third Degree,
Could you change my Mold? My Facade?
My Trail of Crumbled Hearts?
******, Such & Such
Unrecognized, Unfamiliar Pathway
How I wish it was an expressway
Dragging me down
Before you take me home
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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.
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It's strange how children feel ghosts
when the hunters were actually all along
in the room just beside them.
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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 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.
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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.
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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.
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He stares into fields.
Yellow green that sunny day.
Beyond joyous feels.
I would look into eyes
Rather replaying, I dive.
Holding on longer.
If only people knew
The days it took to be this way
You are so cool
It's a shame some will never know
The magical days
Where thoughts danced away
They will never witness the test of time
The pain waving the road of how mind and body collide
They will never feel
The night's sadness and sandcastles brushing against Hands turned sharp crystals into ocean waves
They will never hear about
The nights you looked at the sky with no moon insight
Only in your heart therefore your world
It's too bad that they don't know
They just don't know
How you are so cool
Every day you just keep adding years
To that spiritual clock
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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.
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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.
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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.
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How are you?
How you been?
But tell me
Please, why do you have to fill the space?
With your voice
Are you scared?
So, tell me now
Do you really care?
All these feelings boiling up to the surface
So, all I say is: I've been better.
Cause that's all I can say.
I'm trying to be authentic to myself
Sorry I'm not sorry it makes you feel uncomfortable
Hopefully, it's too much for you
So conversations end here
Or you say blah blah “everything will be alright.”
It's not that simple.
But now I know
If I don't want to speak
I'll simply say: I've been better.

And if you are smart enough
It ends there.
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Hey, I gotta deal with trauma before it deals with me
I think about you often but not all the time
What are you like when emotions arise?
And how do you look like when you rise?

So yeah, I dream about you
But not every night
Gotta know your strength when you open a jar
You know the maps of the world seem so dual
So what if I'm waiting until you aren't so far

See, I wonder about you sometimes
But I wouldn't choose you over me
Think what you think
But I wouldn't change a thing

Yeah, I know.
Yet, I'm still here.
While you're so chill and cute in my mind.
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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.
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One moment she was there and the next she was gone,
I remember the harmful and the favorable,
Even though she caused wounds, she still did not deserve to be demised,
Dreams in her eyes killed by the men who stole her force,
Still, she is the one to be charge.
Loved ones sit at her funeral remembering the delicacy she once was,
Her last days were far from first rate,
But she could ray,
I stepped in her rope, the last she was traced,
One moment she was here and the next she was gone.
I didn’t know much but that's what drew me in. I know my stares are a knife. But I won't apologize knowing that coulda been my only chance to really see. The mystery was enticing. The beauty of imperfections grow but time wasn’t on my side. I didn't know how as much as you didn't know. The more I found out about you the more I got hooked. There were many nights thinking about you. If only they were enough. But you wore enough if only you could see. I sent you love from time to time. But time got the best of me and so did my mind. So, I go through this life getting to know myself. Hoping you will find a whole lover if it can't be me.
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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.
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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
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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Sunshine streams the path.
Long time coming, here we are.
Pure hearts, this is peace.
The weight of last night,
Contriving illusions, harsh hands,
Forged “good” mask the fatal.
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.
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Pistols
Pistols

I dream about pistols

Pistols
Pistols

Why do you haunt me so

Pistols
Pistols

Please just leave me alone
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What a child
He knows how to play
He speaks in silence
Holds his tongue
His eyes read worlds of wonder
He's feeling the pressure to
Become now a man
But don't forget my dear
Don't fear and learn to steer
Honor yourself
Feel those feelings
Don't push them away
Trust yourself
You were so authentic that day
I wish you well
And hope you stress
Some time to play
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I am resisting the intrigue
Nodding off to the idea of it
Apprehension in entertaining the idea
I am speculating it will not be like nails on a chalkboard
Still dreading to flirt with the theory
Concentration like a bullet to my head
A circus of misery minds.

Aiming with my silver sword, ready to combat
My defenses drop, not a soul present
Perhaps a withdrawal?
I find not a body and face but mine
Timid to smile
Could this be a pleasing soft affair?
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