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A call with intention
A voice with inflection

electric words
10w
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I'm in bed with my baby
Oh how happy he makes me
© Peyton 2013
You can be my forget me not.
Don't give it a second thought.
Just commit me to memory
Remembering every sensory
Experience.
Lets leave nothing mysterious.
'Cause I'm already curious.
Virgo to my Aquarius,
Horoscopes are hilarious
When they match our routine.
You've got the brightest green I've ever seen.
Show me some songs, grab the coffee or tea,
Or what ever else has caffeine!
This can be our forget me not,
So you never have to not know me.
Baby, you're my everything
And she's your something
How about your one thing?
Considered now as nothing?

Sometimes your sweet and caring.
Look at me now, falling
To assume things cause you give motives
Of your flowery words that I always receive.

I will not say that I am sad
Even though you hurt me so bad
I'm scared of the pain that slips my mind
And traumatized when I left behind.
It is hard to be loyal
When a friend ignores
The unwritten quiet code
Among better shores

They delicately drift away
Leaving no trace behind
Except unspoken words
That we cannot find

Bound to a promise
Turned to a curse
Our ups and downs
Poured out into verse

Rumors, secrets, and lies
Run rampant through the day
While we helplessly watch
Worn memories fade

The more that we struggle
The harder it gets
To work and untangle
Our huge woven mess

Like a broken record
We cannot mend
There seem to be cliffs
Around the next bend

We have built a wall
That cannot be torn down
Now in a sea of anger
We both stubbornly drown

Meaningless smiles
Can't fool us anymore
I think it is time
We walk out the door

It kills me to say this
I do not want to lie
Somehow I will still love you
I am saying goodbye
An old one I took out some extra buts and ands and rephrased a few lines and the difference is phenomenal.
If I allowed my hand to get acquainted with a calm blade
and allow them to work together to have my grave made.

It would be so much easier

If I gathered all my possessions and left the challenges and callings
and ran away from all my troubles and problems that won't stop falling

It would be so much easier

If I took a bullet to these warm feather breezed feelings that stir up the winds
and forced unwanted emotions to take command, and avoid the punishment of being mentally skinned

It would be so much easier

If I gave up my fight... and simply lose the battle of my individuality
And accept their Labels of Lies and give them the right to make me wear a mask that is beautiful but beastly.

It would be so much easier

If I accepted my fate in depression and abuse and allow it infest inside of me
and be as dark and gruesome as I've always been tempted to be

It would be so much easier

If I chose to ****** all the things I've worked hard for
By throwing them over the wall of rejection... and watch it shatter onto the deep floor

It would be so much easier

If I ignored all the beloved people who surround me and would do anything
And focused devouring myself back into the past until I'm nothing more then bone and ****** strings

It would be so much easier

But Just Because It's Easier...
It Doesn't Mean It's Right...
I won't lie, there are so many temptations out there that can cause me to drift away from the will of God. There are so many things that would be so much easier to do.... but just because it's easier it doesn't mean it's right... Sometimes we need those struggles and challenges to make us stronger, to make us better. These temptations are so addicting I'm sure to many of us. An easy path can lea you to a path of destruction and misery

May God Continue to Guard my Heart and Direct my path on the path of Life, Light, and Wisdom...

Cat Lynn ///
3/24/18 - Progressive Dinner
He was the fire that destroyed forests,
She was the water that grew the trees,
They were complete opposites,
But they could only coexist,
For she created the fuel to feed his flame,
And he would clear spaces for her work to grow,
Thus this tale of love is sadly unfortunate,
For he just wanted to be with her,
But would ruin her creations,
And she wanted him to see her work,
But she couldn’t bare losing her art.
Then one day she gave herself to him,
And as they made contact,
She put out his flame,
And he turned her to vapour.
The love which drew them together,
Destroyed them forever.
Sometimes I get so worried about
the future
Because what college is going to want
a stupid kid
from an education system
that failed her?
I’ll never know as much as those other, richer kids
The kids in better states
with better teachers
better classes
better school
and while I know I need to do something
take action on my own
I still can’t find the strength
to get out of bed
So I wait, anxious, depressed, and with enough self-hate to fill an ocean
for the day I get rejected and see
my future
crumple before my eyes
And regret everything
Our state proudly takes 50th in education.
My friend from Texas sounds like she goes to a private school, but really it’s because it’s probably funded, and I’ve never gone to a properly funded school.
I could use words to tell you how I'm feeling at this exact moment in time but my hands hold the better expression.
The fumbled rhythm of my heart thumping beneath my ribcage is now my favourite melody, my every reaction is completely controlled by the look on your face.
Your eyes feel intrusive, i can feel them peeling off the facade i like wearing, exposing me.
I like that.
That i am totally naked for you and not ashamed of it.
I could stay here, with you, fully clothed and yet naked.
When facing escape
A Door leading out, one fears.
Nothing you have known.
The devil you know right ?
All I hear is you are comfortable in hell/naraka when the void(possibility) is a step away. Do not fear change for its existence, like death, it's an inevitable and necessary function. Read the italics and know a truth
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