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Hit the breaks, no room for mistakes,
feeling like the world's about to quake.
Caught between the choices I've made,
lost in stormy weather on an abandoned lake.

No directions— no clear route to take,
so many choices — afraid which to make.
This literally took my 30 minutes to make…… i am so exhausted today…
I'll meet you
In the Rothko Chapel
We'll get a private view
I know some people
It'll be no hassle

Fourteen
Big canvas
In various black
Could stay there all week
Might never come back

Or as long as we can't take it
Raw emotion

Mostly dark

Go out through the emergency exit
Into the
Surrounding
Sunlit
Verdant
Park.
I swam up to meet you
Over sand and shell
Kissed your salted lips
Fresh and alive
Buoyant
Sun-ripe *******
Soft as ocean crests
Enlivened eyes  
Bodies pressed
Mast against Hull
Ramming
Rising with the swell
Hoisted close
Your half-buried bow
Port over starboard
Flooding the deck
Swaying
Side to side
Thrusting and thrashing
Salt tasted sweet
Entwined in our motion
Indiscreet
Swirling and splashing
Tumbling on the wash
Bringing to port
Anchored
Between bruised legs
Moist in wetness
Blustered by breeze
Tossed and tousled
Cargo spilled
***** fetishise our toes
Our feet scraping
On sharp stones
Bodies so fragile
The sun could sink them
If your eyes are not blue
Let the ocean drink them
The surface of un-charcoaled moons
street dogs drugged in daily stews
lays down for a carving intoxication
Bones lift in a wind & haphazardly
press play...so I can slow it down
try & understand softening of clay...

Stodgily in the dirt and Cravens
of such pretentious-ness of pretending
of self worth of such clapping praise,
the parasites lap up the demonized,
joint edges of a bathroom mirror
a record presciently will stop playing
It herds until the final of warnings,
Almost discretely with the attempts,
Can't breathe like you are breathing....

I'm in need of more than bleeding,
I need so much back-yard weeding,
I can only survive my mentality
if one day I can be forgiven
unlike a witch of heathen
past the ocean poisoning
of the vile repressed toxicity.
Yes, I do confess my sins,
Sails past a boat to Bethlehem.
Pay no homage
To the old me
And let him lay buried
Reborn ever so slowly
With a slight of hand
Removing the guilt
Taking of my full metal jacket
Hope for a better day
Including me
One minute at a time
Evaporating
Hemorrhaging thoughts
Future tripping
Use to be my muse
Kiss of death
Eye for an eye
Hour glass used
To be half empty
Now it’s fuller then ever
Shades of grey
Replaced with pearly white sands
Rainbows of epic lights
Dancing all around
Kaleidoscope one track mind  
Have in finally escaped the enemy
Ecosystem needed
A reboot
My thoughts no longer
Paralyze me in my tracks
Like they used too
My happier visions
And striving spirt
Need more room to breathe freely
As I roam this life
Ever searching
With the weight of the past
Falling off of my shoulders
Piece by piece
As he shields me from my inner demons
My higher power
I’m nothing without you
All the praise and glory are yours alone
Look at me I'm beautiful
Just don't look at my face
Or my body or personality
Or any of my mistakes

Just Look at me I'm beautiful
But don't look at anything I've done
Anything I despise and hate
Just to earn your love

look LOOK I'm beautiful
Just look at anything which I've dealt
But it's hard to say I'm beautiful
When I can't love myself
Oh how one day you smile in the mirror and the next you curse it out.
 17h Traveler
1DNA
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You're pressed against the wall
They don't listen at all
The rope – your final call

Is it right
To threaten to die
Or
Are they just selfish cries
For the life you're denied?
-
Nah, dw, I'm not touching the rope

I read an article and ever since then this thought has been running in my mind for a while.
 17h Traveler
1DNA
Would you rather
Live the life you want
and hurt?
Or live the life you need
In hurt?
Contemplating
 17h Traveler
Dency
I don't write when iam happy
Joy makes me dance,not think
It fills my hands with flowers
Not pens.

But sadness?
She sits me down,
Open my chest,
And spills the ink.
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