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May 2019 · 154
broken taper
beenseen May 2019
Believe me, we've been here before
We skated the fringe
And now it's sure that there's no way back

But back is for *******
The unknown is the ultimate game

We're not pretty
You've been mutilated by what they all think
for far too long

Its time to be free, be brave - it'll never be so
Until we make it so.
stand up, be you, be brave, **** the rest
beenseen May 2019
There is a duality in this existence
there is a part we play no role in
There are spaces we could and would never fit into.

But we are here
& there is no going back
There is only this time that stands now
& possibly the day after that.

Still, there is an aching radiant lining in all of us, the moment of.

Let's be here unwavered & unafraid,
carving heirlooms for ghosts
for a future, we will never exist in.

Tumbling like sand cathedrals
We will float together
maybe.
the acceptance of death & the cycle
May 2019 · 297
murr-ma
beenseen May 2019
Just like sand cathedrals, we're forever changing with the shifts, constantly fading back into a blackness.

There's always going to be this urge, this feeling that we're crooked. We'll never be the ox pulling our own wagon, we're on a magnetic path to the unknown yet its the only road to finding acceptance.

Feel small things, let the little magics wash your face before bed. Let the birds be your whispers, flittering over the mountains as your body.

You have no name, you have no fear. The stars are your cardinals leading you to the quite.

Find this moment & rest in it.
things happen, this is your life, take full possession & then pause.
May 2019 · 276
a space to fill the bed
beenseen May 2019
We sit in these walls
With a million doors pressing closed

They close until you stand up
and pry with your ****** fingers
at least one door open

Even a crack can let in the light.

Im sick of prying with ****** fingers - I want this door flung open now!

Ive felt a few feelings in my life
None that didn't do me help
None that didnt lead me to this exact thought.

**** this im ******* done!

Ive discovered who and what
Its the where and how thats staggering
In circles in front of me
Running like the headless chicken

That i assume is me
But its not
Im in full spectrum

At least i honestly feel like i am

Ive been tricked into a destiny that has no piece in my puzzle

And i have to be brave enough to be all my own parts

That's what they all fear the most

Let be those
Who judge you

Pretending is the hardest game
And im not its number one player

I know thats ok

Its ok

Ive done my mending and changing - as i grow towards my light

How do i do all this ****?
Its confusing
Its bothering

How do you try sow new seeds
Or even mend to the old ones
when someone took a great fat stinking **** in your garden?

I suppose
You have to shovle the **** out
Repurpose it into a sort of fertilizer

Yet i still need to source the mud
& some how you got to keep those seeds safe
& the few buds you have,
some how they need to stay alive

And its wrenching my heart
& i want to pull it out of my chest
& lay it down in some tool box

Perhaps for hands that know how to do with it better.
Thoughts on growing thicker skin
May 2019 · 922
but lastly
beenseen May 2019
Its been a tough thought lately
Things keep constantly changing
As they should

As life mills over another season
We stand
Waiting to reap from the seeds we had sown

Waiting for consistent reality to
do something different
spark a little sort of essence

Residing somewhere beneath a cold skin

Singing for sweet sweet nothing's

Always hoping for a sensual happening

This is where we stop to think -
Dont think, this mosquito is ******* me off
Right brain sting

Im going to go work on my pc

But lastly,

never stop seeking.
"Its called progression, wavy like a yoyo, spinning your twine - you just got to always be ready for it & if you're not ready then this lesson is gonna make you just that." Life lowered his eyes and twitched a smile into either corner, stroked my hair & let me back into my garden. I tried to sleep but the mosquitos...
Apr 2016 · 305
give
beenseen Apr 2016
It's much easier to write them love letters
Than to say what's truly wrong
It's much easier to hold them
And hope they feel the same inside
It's much easier to turn a blind eye
Because it's much easier to love someone
Than constantly find their faults

Its much easier to hold onto joy
Than only ever listen to the chiming of the sorrow filled gong

Because it's much easier to wear your heart on your sleeve
Its much easier to be the one who gives
Rather than the one to receive
Love is easy. Give.
Mar 2016 · 386
Unsung
beenseen Mar 2016
Levitate the expantions of light
Sink in the jaded moon bright
Hold quite and soak the embers that dull in this sun
So long ago these songs were sung
In soft tongues
Run
Run under the stream of shallow stars
Sleep
Sleep in the cracks and chirps of sorrow hung
Marching in a steady continuum
March and till the weaving of another sparrow has spun
Across the sky of tear shimmer
The songs of the unsung
Liminate in the finding of the leaving and living
Thoughts on the destruction of what we have, the only thing we can count on is time And even that is almost gone. Appreciate the being of here and live the now of this earth that we do drastically destroy.
Sep 2015 · 239
eventually
beenseen Sep 2015
So what we did was ok?

Yea, in my opinion it was



It was a wasted moment of feeling

we shared

it was just a moment

shared again and again

but that's what makes it ok

it was a moment



Love is a lifetime

love is something that is present constantly

it's the decision to create memories

things you want to keep



Dusty letters and stones

random prints on your spine

fingers and hips and places

it's an individual



Their bones

their skin which you want to climb into

their hair where you sleep
Thoughts on lust and love, well the difference at least
Sep 2015 · 327
everything
beenseen Sep 2015
i died in this

I’m dying

I’m dying to fade

i don’t know

seus

these animals on my lap make it extremely hard to write



why is it that I can’t get over these normalities

this trivial

trivial

it's all so wasteful

these emotions

feelings

blocked

solid lining my thoughts

white paint scraping my elbows



stretching chest cavities

hollow and awake
The realisation for need of progression
beenseen Sep 2015
September 13, 2015

There’s this approach

theres this instance

where in one motion

notion

it is there

right here

everything felt

is gained in this

moment

instance

understanding



and it fills you with this

this vigour

there is no constraint



ripples on skin

your skin

my

my skin



and it instills this

fear

but fear is perfect

fear is what you need

fear is the base of

of knowing



and I’m in this

this vibration of movement

this movement

which my pulse doesn’t understand

although the cosmos is there

in all it’s certainty



life

realisation

it’s all

there
beenseen Sep 2015
September 07, 2015

And I kind of feel crooked

my hands feel small

my nose cold

and I'm waiting for the orbit

the moon to find its place

the water to fill my ears

my collar

for those lights to catch the stones

those planes to collide

to explode

fill me with some other form of

intention

some other way of knowing

I mean, you could say

extonetial

but it's the shapes on the ground

hexadecimal

what does that even mean

disjointed in this perfect

isolation

and my nose is running

sniff

my legs are dangling

breath

the planes are crashing

sleep

just sleep
Sep 2015 · 237
rooted
beenseen Sep 2015
broken hearts bleed

demise

trust...

only you, only your heart

give no way to broken skulls

and shattered hip bones

creeping extensively

but no better than last

no better

than the drops on the pane

no better than the gravel

between your joints

fall into that hole

and stay

further into the

earth

smell the sand

mud blocking your

ears

hold your breath

rooted
Sep 2015 · 636
self awareness
beenseen Sep 2015
September 01, 2015

Cool write down the sensible list

what makes sense and what doesn’t



Life? Does that make sense right now



well in part, I mean it’s merely progression, wanting to be something that you have no certainty of yet

yes

progression



I can honestly feel it though

that gauged ache of being without you

it doesn’t wrap my throat anymore



Sleeping is easier

but later

its filled with interest of substance

of more



it’s filled with knowing

in one side of my shoulder

in waves of my head



its harmless unspoken

stumped

there’s no internet that’s the problem





Self awareness
Sep 2015 · 580
over thinking
beenseen Sep 2015
and i feel like

you

you know this deepened

sense of nothing



I feel like I need to stop saying I

eye.



I feel like you know those broken shards in me

eye feel like this is depressing me

me



should probably see somebody

cool stop now.

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