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  Mar 2016 David Crum
Sarah
It doesn't matter if your chains are made of silver or gold.
If you don't want to free yourself, they could also been made of paper.
Always believe in yourself! ♥
Always be true to yourself! ♥
Always be yourself! ♥
David Crum Mar 2016
itch and twitch
tick and scratch
pace and stretch.
the prowling Need
Craving.
Hunger.
for *** sometimes comes along
not with a hot roiling growl, but with a blind groping.
at first you think you're hungry, then maybe, you think: i want coffee
but it's still there, that sensation that makes your lip curl
up over your teeth, baring your fangs like an animal.
your worst enemy then is an empty room.
a blank social calendar.
then only fantasies notice you.
  Mar 2016 David Crum
DaSH the Hopeful
I used to flip through my pages
        Scanning
There were some interesting points
  Some high, some low, some kind of just sitting in-between after the good and the bad cancelled each other out, but mostly I
       Skimmed by,

         Until I met you,

                 You can't be summed up, there's too much to you, you're too rich, too deep
Too interesting to be confined to a few measly paragraphs and sped-read through

     You deserve attention, you deserve time,

       And the more I've gotten to know you, the more I realize you're the entire book, the entire story in beautiful, vivid detail.

                *I'm going to take my time getting to the end of you, and I dog-eared the page where you entered my heart, so that if I ever forget how it feels to fall for you, I can go back to the start
  Mar 2016 David Crum
River
Unknown path
The soles of my feet
Have taken a mind of their own
The earth is my river
My feet are the oars

I saw you
In the distance
Always in the distance
You're just a figment
Just one instance
I always forsake it
So much intensity,
I just can't take it

Tap into my brain
My heart
My name
Touch my hand
Let me feel you
Feel me
Feeling, easy

Pray to the Universe
For some fortuitous verse
My shyness is a curse
I try to shake it
But that only makes it worse

Dreams
Dreams are all I have of you
And collections of what could be
And what I think should be
You're right down there
And I'm right up here
Can we align
On the same wave
I need to ride this wave with you
I want to

Our paths are parallel
And soon they will intersect
We'll meet right in the middle
No worrying
No force
With ease we'll flow
Right to the green spring meadow
Where at last
Our hearts will understand

We will lie our bodies down in the grass
Our hopeful hearts will beat fast
So, I'll meet you there soon
I'm now walking the path

Our hearts are vagrants
Our divinely timed meeting
Will come soon
Our hearts entwined
Will fill our bones with the home
We've always searched for.
David Crum Mar 2016
I have such a dreadful sense of motivation.
and a strong desire to show you.
its beautiful, can you see it?
Can you hear it calling you? its calling me.
like a voice at the end of a very long hallway
i can see the time track in my head,
a particular life path
shining, humming, vibrant and insane
even if achieved it's no less crazy
i think the only crazier thing than believing in it would be
the Nihilism of believing in nothing.
its crazy and i cant. couldnt possibly but i cant stop
its not real, right?
its just magic,
promise me you wont believe a word
David Crum Feb 2016
I detach.
Pain tolerance is a fascinating thing don't you think? I certainly hope mine is raised slightly by virtue of suffering, practice making perfect and all

II examine
Pain from the most common of illnesses, common for me anyway as I get it once a year(strep)
Feels absolutely mind blowing,
It takes my breath away, so I belittle the sensations.
pick it apart, each twinge and searing itch.
Why is it in my ears?

III conclusion
I am a big grump when I'm sick.
But laying in bed does give one time to meditate. And wonder, the things I strive for, that I love and lust for: how much will they hurt?
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