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Kryptonite Oct 2019
is it just me
or is there a splash of magic in
sipping hot coffee
feeling the chill under my skin

distant voices see
the slightest burn to my tongue
cross legged I be
alone to hear melodious words sung
i love sitting in cafe's by myself, whether it is to read, work or simply sit and observe. it feels magical.
Kryptonite Oct 2019
How do you become a writer
First you take a whole heart
One that can’t shine brighter
Slowly but surely rip it apart

And in sewing the ragged patches
You in the darkness of a lions den
Wishing the fathomable pain of scratches
Final saviour, some of us found in a pen
We need to get our heart broken immensely before we truly felt
Kryptonite Oct 2019
blue peonies
the dragonfly swifts in
pink lilies
landing behind the windowsill
green orchids
piercing screams the creature exhales
one last glance around the empty room
the dragonfly flies out
a pin drops
day 69
Kryptonite Oct 2019
maybe the reason you run from some people
is because you are afraid to see yourself within them
Kryptonite Oct 2019
Strong urges for release, to escape
Energy to break away, change I may
Give it time they always say
Who are they to promise another day
The start, the end, we never get to stay.

Questions I hold inside far too many
Keep silent keep it together or its insanity
Look right its a cliff, left, the gun clocked
Forward it holds the keys, the keys, then
Tell me why I can’t look ahead with peace

No, I, keep searching
always astray
they keep saying
not to walk away

Why , why do we walk this path
we say is written , I wanna run
not write our own with passion, rhythm
You know the song  the one we all
dance to, it is singing deep from your soul
But we keep it buried, from the fear,

We are dying
not from growing old
but selling our souls.
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