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eb Nov 2015
Do these waters inside move like tides in the ocean?
Constantly pushing, pulling with the moon;
Does it rise? Does it fall? Does it matter where I crawl?
Something strange, strong answers beyond the commune.
Seek beyond those you know and remember, we are all human with 75% water.
eb Nov 2015
I had everything I wanted
-- I wanted the wrong things.
eb Nov 2015
We are creatures,
we are created,
we are creators.

We are chaos emodied,
change in form,
curiosity with compassion

We are everything,
we are nothing,
we are surviving.

We are over,
gone before dawn,
emptied and spilled.

We are time,
we are change,
we are moving.

We are more;
better than the good,
exactly where we ought to be.
eb Nov 2015
how beautiful
it is to be alone,
on my own,
for i am
complete, wonderful
and without a need
to be loved
by anyone else
because this Light
remains real
especially without you
and your attention;
this is not bitterness,
old friend, it is grattitude
for leaving
and letting go
has been more than
I would have ever planned,
so, let the winds blow you
away, away, away
and the rains
drop, drop, drop
that will lead you
far from me
from us
from those you left
left behind
Remember, you more than enough. Your bubble is all you need.
eb Nov 2015
It is in a crowd
that I am most alone.
eb Nov 2015
You are poetry to hold,
as bright as the moon above,
with every drip, a drop
until it sinks in...love.
you don't have *enough
eb Nov 2015
05
Why does this heart hurt so?
When in truth:
Why does my heart hurt for you so?
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