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Stevie Ray Feb 2018
Continuous struggle.

Stevie Ray
"Inheritor of past lives sorrows"
Jump over
my perants past,
huddles,
while I tend to
my own masks
and boroughs.

-What am I-

A tool used for processing?!
A body filled with reflection?!
A straight back that can
carry your recollections?!
An antenna that can project back?!
Your reception?!

I may be transparent
but I am not your imagery!
Empathetic,
I feel you
but don't abuse our synergy!
A two way mirror
so I am not your mimicry!

I am not a water well
for your acknowledgement!

Acknowledge yourself
for a change.
Stevie Ray Feb 2018
What happens when you believe
a lie you told yourself?
It becomes a truth doesn't it?
And it shapes you
accordingly.
Yet you know nothing.
So you develop yourself around this hidden lie.
It doesn't hurt
because those feelings attached
don't show themselves.
They fester under this bandaid
and you forgot that it was a bandaid.
You forgot that this isn't your skin.
Untill you either reflect deeply.
Or are doing the dishes,
taking a shower or ****,
or both,
and the bandaid comes off.
You collapse as emotions overwhelm you
and though it feels painful
and negative.
It's actually more like a bunch of puppies
collapsing on top of you.
The relief
you feel
and
that what you feel
is genuine.
Loving yourself hurts
but it's still love
isn't it?
Stevie Ray Feb 2018
Hip hop little frog
bathing on a lily leaf
splash fogs clarity
Stevie Ray Feb 2018
Sometimes you just need someone
because you are not strong enough
to carry yourself.
You'll bond strongly
with that person;
friends for life,
passionate lovers.
Does it end with hurt?
Or is it the choice
to not cherish?
What colour memories live on?
And which will perish?
In the end
I don't think it's about being independant.
Or not needing someone else.
It's about loving yourself
and living on.
Even if you desperately need
someone
for a while.
Stevie Ray Feb 2018
Old habits,
moldy patterns,
grow on
withered
ancient trees
by passing
monsoons

wishing it
be gone soon

those parts
of me

but now
I can't
escape deceit

because
those ancient
trees
are part
of me

the cycle
of life
also
recycles
me

life's defiance
is
consistancy
Stevie Ray Jan 2018
A man of war
and
grizzled veteran
living life
on battlefields
making
ends
meet
as
he clashes
without restraint
without honor
without pride

why?
a knight asks him
the night before a battle

he doesn't answer
but only draws his sword
to sharpen and polish
the knight doesn't see
that
the man of war
sails the seas
and waves
of blood and hate
by clinging tightly to his sword
he cleaves
through honor
and pride
without restraint

His sword soaked
in vanity
harrowed eyes
in beheaded
heads
who proclaim
they are men of virtue
moments before their death

No he does not speak
this man is not made of words
his dreams
made of screams
Restless
is what
peacefull means

He dreams
of eternal sleep
but he
defies the God of death

"How many men am I worth?
How many will you send?
How many men will you take
for me to meet my end?"

He mumbles to himself.
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