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 May 2015 Invocation
MJ
I once dated a man,
no—a boy
who took a bath with me.
While we soaked
he said,
“Vaginas are gross,”
and I never stood up again.
flesh to flesh
embrace me until
i come to life
ignite the veins
inside me
ablaze every dead
part of my body
hold me close when
i'm about to break out
comfort me
with your delicate touch
turn me into a rising daffodil
that will gleam
throughout the day
even if winter transcends me
 May 2015 Invocation
Lucero
I frequently question where it is that I fit,
In this world filled with lonely souls.
Yes it is true that we are always going to be alone;
We may find company within another,
But one soul does no equal two.
I do not mean to say that I am depressed and you are too.
No, life is meant for us alone.
We are to conquer our fears,
Believe in our own truths,
Find our own path from where we were placed here on earth.
We are forever alone,
But it is not painful.
It is something to smile about.
Although, I still question where it is that I fit,
In this world filled with lonely souls.

I think I know, but I’m not certain.
I guess I need to just take life as it may come,
With open arms and laughs that will turn the night sky,
Into a dazzling arena of glowing stars.
I can dance to the rhythm of the many heartbeats,
That envelope my shaking hands,
But I will always know that I am to face life alone today,
Alone tomorrow, and alone every day.
I mean we have friends and family, but in the end we are our own self.
He sat alone,
alone & at home,
where his screams were silent,
but his mind was violent,
his insecurities hid deep inside,
they did indeed eat him alive,
a tear rolled down his face,
as his heart began to race,
where his depression lied deep within.
this went on for days, months, years,
and until he cried  his very last tears,
he decided that he had enough,
the world around him was much too  tough,
it took the gun to his head,
Congrats Society,
he is dead.
 May 2015 Invocation
The Truth
Happiness, What creates it? what is happiness? for some, happiness is money, wealth. Others, happiness is life itself. Others find it fulfilling a purpose. Purpose? Is there really such a thing? a slave to be bound to a singular entity, for eternity to come. Are we all slaves? feeding the machine that is called life, is there reason behind it? I know my purpose, to bring happiness to people. Solipsism, the idea, that the world. only a picture, of a subconscious artist slaving away at his canvas The artist, his world. the one he creates, The one he sees. the one where he exists. And if there is even, even the slightest amount of truth. Behind the Artists mind. You Are The Most Beautiful Thing I Could Perceive.
Written by one of my best friends, who without him, I might be dead
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