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Linguistic Play Sep 2016
Sometimes the world gets loud, like a million cymbals crashing
and sometimes fear comes raining down, grabbing hold of the reigns and running your sanity hard against the ground
all of these perceived negatives sometimes feel like they're beginning to compound
like they're going to choke out the last of your breath, leaving you without a sound

Let your soul take your perspective, flip it upside down, turn you around
Sanity floating light, to the sky to kiss the stars, tracing your favorite dream in the night
Wander, knowing that you will survive, sometimes it takes feeling dead inside to know you're alive
Stay forever, imagining that you're in an image painted in fantasy
teetering on the edge of a dream and your reality
Paint it what you want it to be, watercolor your own night skies in memories with laughter soundtracks

People want to say how to wear your face, how to set your pace, how to make your heart race
Everyone's eyes are different, create a world for your eyes to joyfully trace
Introduce your reality to your most dazzling dreams, stay in your happiest reverie
Find yourself in a mystical haze, a contradiction of the tradition of a daze

Understand your heart skips when your mind takes to running
Carefully sleep, try not to miss a beat
Setting a peaceful cadence to your racing thoughts, stop to notice the
blooming perfections, an everlasting expression of pure elation
Run delicately through fields of sprouting memories,
And dance eternally in dreams of sincerity
with you we dress the skylines in laugh lines
and we will share this experience with those who've made promises with positivity
Linguistic Play May 2016
Do you remember pulling your blanket over your head as a child?
When your thoughts were running wild. Even in a perfect world our fears couldn't wage a preset war with reality.
So when you've fallen asleep in a cage built by just you, by just you to protect you, don't forget that we build shelters around what we care most. We're careful crafters of shields to protect them from what's outside.
I'm sitting in the rain, locked out, rain pouring, washing away my imagination, a shield to what's real, and I can feel it in my bones, the safety constraints
I'm breaking the shackles of my spine until I feel faint, my backbone shattering.
My teeth chattering over the truth cutting the thoughts into a million pieces, and I'm worried that I forgot that from the fetal position we all can grow.
I'm falling to the ground, i can feel it in my bones.
Straightening my synapses to organize my muscles and bones, pick me up from the ground, but I can't make that climb.
I can feel it in my bones, the past love and deafening woes.  
My heart aches, beating into my rib cage , rattling against the bars like a prisoner. Banging my head into the only survivor in death.
I can feel it in my bones
My lungs collapsing into my hips gasping to the top of my body for a grasp of air.
How is it that, I can feel it in my bones, suffocation only hurts for a moment or two.
My knees covering my eyes, even though there are things I want to see.
My hands busy beating at the translucent thoughts batting around my head
and this is it, I can feel it in my bones.
Linguistic Play May 2016
It was in a dream, no a nightmare, or maybe not
but it doesn't really matter
the idea took hold of my imagination in my sleep
swaying on a draw bridge, you know the tale we all know
rain shattering on the darkness of my inner eyelids
and the barely held together steps simultaneously danced in the wind
and held me back from turning this dream to a barely escapable fall
but my nightmare in my bridge made of imperfections surfacing
with each step realizing that I had a choice to keep moving forward towards an idea of perfection
turn back to a memory of stability
and each step held me a little longer
offering the polaroids of safety that they took on more clear days
each one was a little more clear and hold me much longer
and as i take more and more steps, finding it too far to turn around to familiarity
this must be growing up
i won't burn my bridge because of memories and mistakes
but keep moving forward to strengthen it with success
and lessons
next time i visit you, draw bridge in my head
i'll be able to go between my idea of perfection and stability
Linguistic Play Dec 2015
my brain is buzzing
like a tiny coil, illuminating some brilliance
for the moment, it's electric
my eyes are wandering
not quite a magnet
unconsumed by any single attention span
my breath is swaying
like a calm sea at war with a small boat
through a telescope it's at ease
my senses are dancing
like a skilled set of feet
dangling in thin air at heights that are testing
Linguistic Play Aug 2015
live in the 'C' section of dictionary
rated 'R' for too much intimacy
a coil of contradictions
a casual act of snapbacks and lingerie
a date with coffee and ***** martinis
it's the nothing good after two a.m.
but the same that will take a good man
you'd get lost in those pages too
if you knew the feeling of the craving
trouble loves a rainy sky
for it provokes the feelings of a darkened night
the moon always has taken hold of our emotions
ebbing and flowing like the breath filling your lust
a tide is just as powerful by any other name
Linguistic Play Aug 2015
ideas of adventure rattle my chest
wanderlust sweaters knitted in my skin
and I can never take them off
i lace fingers with skylines
kiss a breeze in the sheets of rain
fall in love with the heart beats setting the earth to rhythm
and i can never forget my first love
they're always dancing
a synchronize syncopation of elation
around the one they truly loved
and I fell to the force of things I could not understand
but they never stopped dancing,
and i could never anchor them down
they laced my energy around them
and I'm lost to forever wandering
experiencing all my love's beauties
learning every curve of their spine
teasing their goosebumps when only the moon is awake
running over every scar and memory
and I'm infinitely, unshakably in love with every piece of you
every nation and country
every land mass and ocean
every bird and mammal
every tree and leaf
and I'm in love with every soul and energy
Linguistic Play Aug 2015
Your name is like a needle in my eye
a knife at the end of my tongue
a serpents flying venom
i wish it didn't flush out all the hatred
you say one thing and face another
so wrapped up in self you think you've found understanding
but your soul is but a sliver of everyone else's
and you experience the sliver you choose to see
eye so narrow you can't fathom open arms
and you say you can sense and feel others
when you're naivety is screaming, scaring away sincerity
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