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 May 12 divinity m
I've begun a war, i wanna abandon.
But the love in me, the one you can't see, is the only reason im here.

I wanna defeat gravity.
I wanna be high and woke.
I wanna blow all these thoughts and the **** called feelings up in smoke.

I want that liquor in my hands and my *** on the floor.
Till i find my way, i won't take steps no more.

Don't wanna go home, cause walls gives the body warmth not the soul.

Give me words to express how i feel.
I don't wanna be real.

I wanna dissappear into the crowds, and not come out.
In my own world.
Im gonna cover up, i won't let them know.
Cover up, i won't let it show.
Cover broken soul
I wrote this a while ago⛧
 May 12 divinity m
for every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction.
the more i love you
the more i gravitate towards you
the less you love me
and the further out of reach you drift
you are far away from me, i guess love will never be equal hm?
I miss you
And I love you

I’m not sure which
should cross my lips first

Ha! What a funny hyperbole
We only text.
-Side ***.
 Jan 28 divinity m
Tick, Tick
The clock looms over me
Click, Click
Go the gears
Sick, sick
In the head
I see things that others can't. There is a large black clock constantly hovering over my head, reminding me of... something, A feeling of what I can only describe as dread.
 Jan 6 divinity m
The nectar of fruit and flowers
Melts from the canvas,
Overflowing through the frame,
Spattering rich, honeyed rain
In bouquets

          Of burgundy and sky blue,
          Deep green blushed
          With rose pink and gold,
          Cherry red tempered
          With ivory and indigo

Oozing the savor
Of deep-timbred tones
Dripping with resonant flavors
Of color and chiaroscuro,
Painting a picture across my palette
As I feast with my eyes.
Got a thing for still life paintings :-)
 Jan 6 divinity m
The swans never fly
Past the lagoon

And now we never
Fly balloons
An old one I found on a paper folded up in my backpack.
 Jan 6 divinity m
Artists are often
broken people
using the fragments of themselves
to create something new
and although
being healed
feels so complete
sometimes i want to be broken again
sometimes i want open wounds
so i can use the blood
to paint sunsets
so i can use the torn off pieces of skin as a canvas
so i can carve
masterpieces with the jagged bones left behind
but I can't bring myself to break my own heart in the name of Art
 Jan 6 divinity m
Metal tore,
biting flesh.
Windows smashed
as pavement met.

Broken bodies
hit the ground.
No lights, no sirens,
just silence sounds.

Pouring rain,
red fades to black.
Hands reach out
with no reach back.

There in the ditch
as red flowed free.
A single rose
could be seen.
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