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 Jul 2013 Destiny Diadem
Sir B
Don't lie down
Not right now
Not in the snow
Because it will eat
You

It will make you dream
And show you possibilities
Of
Death

But we still have ways to go,
So get up..
Inspiration from the book "Night" by Elie Weisel
Stay in bed
Close the blinds
**** the lights
Listen to your breathing
Listen to a faint pulse
Listen to blood gushing through your ears
Listen to your head
The thoughts you can't describe
The blood in your ears
And try to breathe
But anxiety lays on you like a heavy blanket
And your chest heaves to no avail
Blood in your ears
Get up and move but there's no where to go
Limbs are too heavy
Blood in your ears
Pulse elevating
Suffocating under some invisible demon
Gasping, gasping
Blood
in
your
ears.


When you're on the hunt for your own blood,
You'll beg hypochondria to **** you.
Pure bliss, I'd say
Stare into the air
and think of you.

The masterpiece of my own volition.
Once again, to Nick, who makes life worth living.
A fallen leaf in water,
                 is quite her;
pulled to all directions
simultaneously
by fickle currents,
and her steadfast
resistance,
this twisting and turning
vigorous and nervous
mystifies all,
and it is mistaken as
choreographed moves.
True peace and calm comes from understanding that there is nothing to fear. That is usually easier said than done. We are conditioned to fear certain things or even certain people. We live with uncertainty and fear all around. The world is a dangerous place as we are told and taught at a young age. We are taught we should fear certain people. We must fear certain things. We must be afraid of what we don't know and everything in between. When we react out of fear is when we can get ourselves into trouble the most. When we cease to fear and we replace fear with love it can open you up to a whole new view you could never see before.
walking, walking
smell a flower
shower it with love

sitting, waiting
for the rain
to pull it up towards god

in its eye the
storm surrenders
rage upon her grace

but out of sight
and out of mind
her beauty is erased
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