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Destre' Dec 2015
We're trains on two different tracks,
Living parallel lives, only passing by.
I have dreams of a head on collision,
One where the breaks are hit just fast enough so neither one of us is comepleatly destroyed.

But I might not mind being destroyed by you
if you take your time with me
Destre' Dec 2015
Suddenly I feel heavy
there's a new profound weight crashing down on me
For so long I've been floating
But now gravity pulls me back
what goes up must come down

I'm free falling into oblivion
Destre' Dec 2015
You hold me in a state of beautiful misery,
invited agony.
Loving you is painful bliss,
welcomed heartbreak.
Everything and nothing at all,
perfectly imperfect,
overly complicated and overly simple,
you hold me in a state of beautiful misery.
But I want nothing less, I knew what I was getting into.
Destre' Dec 2015
I get frustrated when people make assumptions about poets
They're sad
They're mad
They're all the same

Arn't we all poets? In one way or another?
Or couldn't we be?
Poetry is everywhere, in everything.
They're not "just words" and I don't think poets are one specific select group of people.
Everyone could be a poet, in one way or another.
Some just use different mediums: a poet of paint on canvas arranging it in a certain way to invoke a certain feeling of sorts.
A poet of body movement set to music.
A poet in there head thinking up combinations of words but deciding there best left unsaid, undocumented.
There can't truely be a poet stereotype... Because we're all poets... Or could be..In one way or another.
I once read something titled "Just words"  that kind of blew my mind and really made me think about things and realize that it really is kind of at the essences of everything.
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