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I'm a forgone conclusion
    and an empty promise.
    My words fail to inspire.
    My loves are always lost.
    Trouble always finds me.
    Read between the lines and
    find the real me with you
    inside my heart on my sleeve.
 Jun 2020 athousandorchids
Bailey
Eyes slowly close
As the events of today
Turn into the nightmares of tonight
She's in my heart
Every day,
I love her so much she's
Beating away,
And smiling today
Filled of her love
Inside my heart every day
I love her so much.
Oh Lord I love her so much
I'll hold these feelings together
As she beats inside my heart forever..
True Love ♥️
I died long ago before you were born.
We're related over time. You are angry
like I was. You are strong as was I.
Don't worry like I always did that
outcomes were throw of the dice.
We're warriors who fight angry.
I want to be
the roaring sun
an angry star
a ferocious need, to blaze a path
forward and beyond, dreams
exposed to light and heat
the days no longer
a haze in the night, misty
from a fresh downpour

But I also crave
a soothing touch, a gentle reprieve
a song quietly sung as I
rise and rise and rise
my face bright but kind
my face in yours
my face which is
yours -- like how the stars
belong to the sky
I’m sorry I had to leave
I’m sorry you blame yourself
I’m sorry the timing just wasn’t right
I’m sorry I left you in pain
I know you feel broken inside, you just won’t admit it
Something wasn’t right, I had to go
Leaving you feeling helpless
Broken and confused
Not understanding why
Saying hello and right away goodbye
I’m sorry I had to leave
Don’t blame yourself
The time wasn’t right
But I will see you one day
When I get to look into my mothers eyes, for the first time...
We
I realise,
that I am more than what is within my skin.
I've grown together
with many beings.
To be perceived as this life,
this consciousness.
Together we navigate
simple and complex adventures,
ultimately decomposing
to join the next adventure.

We realise,
that we are more than what is within our skin.
 Jun 2020 athousandorchids
billie
When can I go back in scribbling words?

When, the ink decides not to stop
When, the paper decides not to run out of stock or
When, the mind finally is free from being blocked

When can I go back in scribbling words?

When, the night isn't cold
When, the moon isn't dull or
When, the air isn't plain from sight

When can I go back in scribbling words

When, my heart finally beats
When, my eyes finally blinks or
When my soul finally grieves
I had a creative block earlier this month. I couldn't get by with my words lately so i'm trying to push myself even just a little bit and even just a little more every day. I'm tired of being stagnant with my craft so I really need a push. Thank you for stopping by and appreciating this piece even for a little while.
Death is ill timed, never expected
  and awkward for those left behind.
  Funerals are Death's surreal plays.
  Tears won't always come on cue.

  It's bad luck to talk about death.
  We speak kind of the dead. We don't
  talk of their human frailties.
  We deny our own sins and theirs.

  We forgive the world for our sins.
  If we never lived in your creation
  with temptations forbidden we'd
  never suffer birth and death.
You saved me from my despair.
I had nowhere to go, Kevin.
Boston was world's end. You
offered sanctuary and I jumped
from impossible heights.
You saved me from myself.
My brother.
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