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Jan 2018 · 2.4k
Cobwebs
Bowedbranches Jan 2018
Cobwebs;
That desperate correspondence
Of a salty conscience
... falls two droplets
Leaky prophet
NO, I have lost it!
Touched too much hot
Of the water faucet
Red hands
Scorned,
Reaching,
Torn
They remain this way
'Til they know what they're for..
Jan 2018 · 4.4k
Times' a ticking
Bowedbranches Jan 2018
Speak easy
Hit the peace pipe
Hate is fleeting
...........................

Don't make a peep
Hear the sounds
Draining around you
Feel my silk skin
And forget


YOU

EVER

EVEN

EXIST
.............
Dear blood of my blood
Moon and my stars,
Do you really
Have what it takes
..To be wild
Truly and irrevocably wild
With me
And Leave everything behind
Sometimes I doubt if I do
But I need to be your hero
So there's no room for second guessing
All there is to do is just
GO
Lately I've been booting with leaving society like I've always wanted, bit fear and anxiety get in the way. And starting a new relationship during all this is not the best idea .. But i know I've been given this prize for a reason and it's always easier and more fun with a partner. Hopefully I'll find out the know-how here shortly
Dec 2017 · 195
Sunlight master
Bowedbranches Dec 2017
I don't wanna wake up to the sounds of alarms beeping
I don't want my sole purpose of getting out of bed "to ring you up at a register"
Waiting and waiting for an off day to finally come around
Guess that's why they tell you early to "follow your dreams" to go to college"
To be honest I am really sick of waiting
Especially when the path is right in front of me
Begging to be recognized.
Oct 2017 · 242
Sober poetry take 1
Bowedbranches Oct 2017
Sober Poetry
Boastin at ferocious levels
Knock em dead
Adjust your peddles
Let me see about your openess
More like an overgrown need to control a sitch
I'll beat the basic *****
Right outta ya
Leave you destitute  to find your way out blindly
'Cause that's how you learn right?
Sep 2017 · 436
We were Rome
Bowedbranches Sep 2017
Where do we go now
After forging empires
Just to tear them down?
#pm
Sep 2017 · 232
recoil
Bowedbranches Sep 2017
Wasting days
by pacing
afraid of the intake
I've been craving too much lately

Starting to doubt my own will
we base it off what we build
The objective: to thrill
Invent new ways to feel

React gradually
the moon lit up a battle scene
It's A childish dream
to resist the whispers
and then fall asleep
it's hard to breathe

recoil
Sep 2017 · 531
Under Construction
Bowedbranches Sep 2017
They're bulldozing over your gravesite
To make more ******* apartments
Hey! Let's add more idiots to the mix
To forget you exist
This is where we'd go to hid our secret
No one will ever know the extent of it
So I throw your poetry in fire pits
To resurrect your presence
In the here and now my angel
I'm so elated you found peace
Though, I'm stuck under construction
Seeking ways to embrace the living
Were seperated by dimensions
Intention is key
I reach out for your hands everytime there's a breeze
You couldnt even give me a reason
Let alone write a letter
About what went down during your last fight to get better
Oh, i cried violently same as each false alarm
Each time you challenged death
He came back stronger than before
I want you to hammer away
On my puny brain
Take my memories
But leave their stain
Because not even I can embrace it's rich paint
#q
Sep 2017 · 454
Self Portrait
Bowedbranches Sep 2017
Personality is caustic, volatile, and drop dead goofy to a fault
I'll make you gasp
then **** your britches
Back to basics maven,
mayhem is what my DNA strands are made from..
I'm good at keeping you guessing
or in constant edge of your seat distress.
Let me learn you some lessons, take your spirit on a walk
Little by little
I'll undress it.
My personality in one shot
I'm a Cosmic freak
with a dash of silly antics.
Sep 2017 · 246
Solid
Bowedbranches Sep 2017
Man is the only being who knows he is alone
Enclosed in echoes
Blankets and old clothes
Coagulate to make my den feel more home
I am full
I am present
Buffering my way to the message
I no longer crave the mess
Because I am a tool that tales
drip through,
It doesn't matter what distress
I have hammered in myself
Suffering aint a selfish thing
It's stuffed into every scream
Every memory, every piece we squish together
To show others we are whole
We should know we're not alone
We can reach 7 billion other monkeys
With soley a phone
we can also fill our void
With something of sustenance
Like poetry,music, Sci-fi, religion
This way we'll never go hungry again
Sep 2017 · 380
Screaming Dove
Bowedbranches Sep 2017
I hear a whisper calling my name...
Am I any connection to that of my flesh?
I feel a something brush me
Am I just a result of a feverish mess?
No, I see nothing but field and fireflies
no one is here
but me the bugs and the stars
and I can't help but laugh
while you **** your way to deportation
I **** the world for freedom
and drink the nectar from it's crevasses
some are stuck curled in fetal positions
til the mission is clear
This isnt our perm- state
We are the example of change
the fire in the distance, the drum beat, the discourse and disarray
the smile growing on a pouty face
Grabbing life by its antlers
I scream
"Thank you universe, thank you
for I am finally let lose from my cage!"
Aug 2017 · 196
You dont belong here
Bowedbranches Aug 2017
I'll never forget the time you told me
"I can see myself with her"
Now all the flashes in all there forms come to plague me
The room riddled with symbols I was too dumb too see
How I let another ******* me in the first place is astounding
When I never believed in this ****
How about now that you are with her, what do you see?
Another victim?
Creatures naturally want what they can't have
So give them none of you
That way there's no ammunition
When guns go slingin'
Truth is you never should've made a room here
I told myself you were only here to trash it
And I was right
Yes words are ****, but it seems the truest of things spill out before we can catch them
Especially things we meant to lie about
I told myself I couldn't fall for you
If I would've listened we could have still been ******* friends..
Jul 2017 · 346
Sloth
Bowedbranches Jul 2017
I shall not want
But it's natural
Compulsion to worship desire

I shall not fear
But it's encoded deep in my DNA
It's reaction not intellect

sloth is my weakness
Hiding in my cozy corner
Ducking shiny eyes
That crave feedback

When I'm consumed in this
My replies are short and hollow
I need my manic back but my body isn't ready
Every atom needs to be recharged in order for me to live again

Because I refuse
This mood takes days to pass
Pray. Meditate. Fade into thin air
Away from judgement
Away from attachments
fear and desire keep me lazy
like dipping a toe in the rabbit hole
my wit keeps me sharp, steady, and aimed at the ready

Because one little slip could prove dangerous or deadly
Addiction,  laziness
Bowedbranches Jul 2017
Squeezing out water droplets
Just before bed
I'm reminded of what I miss
The definition of what I called "freind"
Was changed eternally

I ran out of work manic,
Raced to the tatoo shop
And got what I had wanted for so long
A fish fossil right there on my forearm
Coverings for angry cuts
I went home and cleaned it, runned it down with lotion
And I'm reminded of this familiar sting

Flashbacks hit
And I was 14 again
Sitting on the porch with you nursing my wounds
My arms were swollen and sore
Sliced from top to bottom
And you were the only soul I told
You wrapped me up in bandages
And showed me yours
You said "see we're both ******* up!"

8 years later I lie on a mattress in a living room floor
Punched in the gut by the thought of you
And how you could take your own life
..you also took my best freind

Emptiness has this warm subtle sting and I'd rather feel pain than nothing
But it's not self destruction anymore, it's therapy

And it makes me feel close to you.
This one isn't necessarily my style but I'm trying this honesty thing where I feel something intensely then write it down no editing, no working ******* it just getting it out of my head and onto the page.
Jul 2017 · 225
Maybe...
Bowedbranches Jul 2017
Maybe its better to have nobody, then have a leach
Wretched over every facet
waiting to dissect you in the most gruesome of ways

Maybe it's better to be bored
And unknowing than to be poisoned by waves of euphoria
Or the parasitic ***** that run this town

Maybe it's better to love simply for the sake of it, thriving off this new energy he brings you, than searching for a soul too much like yourself

Maybe it's better to be content I think
Then I think again, maybe it's better to be sad happy lonely angry scared because that way I'll never stagnate

Maybe it's better if I carry all my doubts to the great mother
Rather than carrying the **** through life with trembling hands
Putting my faith in something larger than this faulty machine

Maybe the rage gives me power
Makes my writings fly straight off the page and into your bloodstream

Maybe I'm the main character
In a show like the twilight zone
..Or twin peaks
Where I'm the only sane one left here to document it all

Maybe I'm happy for once and the serotonin just hasn't resumed
It's fill line yet..

Maybe
Just maybe
All the answers and all the possibilities are here
Questioning me
Thoughts
Jun 2017 · 904
Still sick..
Bowedbranches Jun 2017
40 days in
and you think your cured
until you see a glimpse of your old life
in treatment they call it Euphoric Recall
thinking using comes with happy days
but you know its misery
when you have a random fit
a craving..
that pulls every atom in different directions
and it seems like nothing can stop it
this isn't a poem, this is truth
this is me crying out because I've forgotten how
no clever quips, no word play
just the here and now
what good is a sponsor when you cant be trusted with a phone
especially when a gut-wrenching void rears it's head
at 3.a.m
this has always been the hardest part of the day for me
the loneliness settles in ..
I start to miss people I shouldn't miss
My God, I am still sick
and I might always be this way
I shut my eyes and give up all my worries
eliminate desire from my heart
40 days in
and I was so close to giving up
Just for today
I will look my disease in the face
and say *******!
addiction, random thoughts
Bowedbranches Jun 2017
I still read your work
in secret..
watching your life through a screen
where beautiful words dance
from the fangs of rambling monster
So much gray matter
in between neurons
where potential lives
and I understand the pain
that comes with distance
and disease
but, I have my own work to attend to
and I can't afford distractions..
you'd place heavy creatures on my back
in the hope that they would eat every good thing that came into my light
and yes, they are ravenous and powerful
but I've got a hunger in me
that surpasses all
and it isn't for you anymore.
love,heartache, break-ups,designing anew
Apr 2017 · 333
Break it open its me sober
Bowedbranches Apr 2017
Here's me learning how to write again
In a world that is dying
Here's me learning how to live again without the thirst
Here's me learning how to love again
Because I know you will need me when you are let loose from your dungeon
Here's me attempting to be human again
Because we need more heroes instead of vampires
I am one in the same
Laid open, waiting
for the wind in me
To shift
Feb 2017 · 594
In a world..
Bowedbranches Feb 2017
That we never thought existed  
We're slipping in and out of dimensions
Quick, knock me back to 20-12
Before the universal concious shift When we had no idea...
it had been a simulation
ever since.
Jan 2017 · 504
Belated Christmas
Bowedbranches Jan 2017
I'm a junkyard dog,
who was scooped
from it's home
and taken
to the pound.

I'm a mother,
who doesn't show affection
because I don't know how.

I'm a raindrop,
soon to be converted
into a thousand tiny pieces
of a town's White Christmas.

I'm a house-cat,
easily amused by a pile
of dissected presents.

I am a child,
enthralled by the shimmer
and fantasy hoax.

I am a Grandfather,
whining,
because I let my spirit slip
years ago.

I am a pigeon,
indecisive,
sitting on a wire all alone..
I've watched all my brethren migrate
because this year..
I'd rather be at home.
Aug 2016 · 299
Tirelessly irrelevant
Bowedbranches Aug 2016
How many days
Must I run through
Til happiness is found..
Too many..
Still I hold onto to the hope that I see some golden arches
With waving hands to greet me
Angels singing all around
Acknowledge my accomplishments
But I'm just a sloppy slab of ****
Constantly digging
For diamonds in coal mines
And happiness, it only exists
In my mind
I know this
And once i find it
I will bury it six feet under
Never to be lost or forgotten
Again.
Jul 2016 · 317
In a storm in july
Bowedbranches Jul 2016
The slight pitter patter
Hits our skin
Like symmetry
We could never sound it out
Or ground it in reality
Its singing now
It seems we'll have to box our ears
To even hear it
Dial it down to semicolons
And blank spaces
Sketch it in later
How i roll
The famous ******* procrastinator
Jul 2016 · 614
Overjoyed
Bowedbranches Jul 2016
Micro manage
Call me standard
But i cant stand to stand
Cant stand to sit
Im overjoyed and poised
In all the wrong ways
Its constant disarray
These days were prone to fainting
And waiting around
For something that helps us feel "in place"
Guess it back to basics
Bowedbranches Jul 2016
Little bomb
In the backgroud
Shake the house
And rouse my bones
How exciting is destroying
The destroyer
And all they're faithful crones
Jun 2016 · 656
Back to bed again...
Bowedbranches Jun 2016
Back to bed again
Ive paid my dues
Waited countless hours in this
Half state
To ascend to higher realms
Yet i remain wide eyed
And worried
Counter parts ive wished to cast out
But havent found out how
push defeatism aside
Horizons rise
And set in these moments
While i convince myself
Who's body
I belong to
Out of the distance
Whispers slither in
Saying
"Forget what you know"
Jun 2016 · 180
Untitled
Bowedbranches Jun 2016
A heretic hears from the heavens
Again
Alone by an alter she had chosen
To win
A heart that was already torn
Mar 2016 · 374
coward
Bowedbranches Mar 2016
To welcome the empending doom with both arms
Is a foolish thing
But at least we turn a head toward it
I on the otherhand have been working tirelessly to avoid it
Living half mass
Emotionless
Regirgitating old knowledge
Self esteem, hate, anger, realworld illusions
Feb 2016 · 401
slow motion symmetry
Bowedbranches Feb 2016
The stag
Is but a symbol
One in which I can't escape
What a dark alarm
I wake to
To remind me of the fate
I blindly run from
...I'm
Nov 2015 · 643
Refraction
Bowedbranches Nov 2015
July 30, 2011 at 6:25pm
There ya go  
slowly  starting to fade
in the concaves
the beam wanes
electro-magnetic waves radiate
straight through the skin
and to the veins
bleeding my own scarlet rays

Disguised as.....
an Indian eye
on my forehead
vines down
into a lava
sizzling bone tissue

Frying every fiber.........atom.......... and molecule
that piece me together

even still you scintillate
in an array of glistening grains
stirring in my bloodstream
static tension
aching flesh

I Rotated
the beam
and became
a reflector
scorching your innards
in
excruciating
ways
This is about a man I fell in love with..I thought by loving him enough and trusting it with everything I had that he would love me too. I just didn't know how true this poem would turn out to be 4 years later....scary
Nov 2015 · 568
Psychic evaluation
Bowedbranches Nov 2015
Psychic evaluation
Plastic pent up devastation
Watch me from the outside
Shaking, facing corners like I should be faces
Growing thicker by pressure
Letters never mustered out
Quick short breaths
Soothe the skull cap
Bring light to a gray face
Scratched into the surface
lines of  insecurity, passion
Worry upon worry
New ones etched each morning
As I look upon the canvas
Motionless
I wonder do they find me boring?
Nov 2015 · 1.6k
Ambiguous rambling
Bowedbranches Nov 2015
Uncomfortable flutters
Couple inches in
How interesting..
A river in the pit of miscreant
Now it's forgotten,
its subdued
It's  getting drowned out until I know what the hell to do
These flutters
Dont comfort me
Only confuse
And it  pulls at my sensory glands
To look like an elaborate ruse
Oct 2015 · 480
implosive
Bowedbranches Oct 2015
Its getting down to the bottom
Of a bottle
I couldn't even afford
I see your face sometimes
In reflections
Periphery tricks
You're somewhere far away now
I don't want to write cliche love poems
Until ******* flows out of my ears
But I want to tell you....
Waking up next to you
and caressing your prickly Irish beard,
Making you laugh,
Telling you to stop poking me in the **** leg
Are the most cherished memories I have
Thank you for sharing them
I know I'll never wake to that again
So I guess it's back to searching for you in the dream world
Where you embrace me
and I'll say it's okay my "Bebe"
We're just fine,
"I love you."
Oct 2015 · 735
Invitation only
Bowedbranches Oct 2015
By application only eh?
Another test of my proficiency
Why do they care?
To pick out the defected?
To nip at the disease?
To find some sort of control over the whole ****** thing?
I'm breathing,
Viable,
Mad as a hatter in the skull cap
And I will not be put on bar graphs
I choose to be defective
Free-styling to my enlightenment
Laughing Like the Buddha
I think to myself "how precious it is to be this faulty machine"

— The End —