.your jealous words
will make a fool of you.
unstable.
creating that bubble of security.
talked into it.
talked out of it
concussed and confused.
the truth lies south.
the world changes and anger ensues those whom have lost themselves.
in losing what i thought was a drop of serenity, humanity, singularity,
i found what i had been missing.
i found the most profound feeling in my mind again,
reazlizing what i was supposed to be filling my life with.
it was the most beautiful of temporary spells.
descrete in meaning,
overwhelming in form.
i reached that treasure in my heart that i had lost to the pirates of time so many moments ago.
reached out my palms and let the time flow through my fingertips.
the unatainable love for life had been captured and caged.
my reality is full and quenched.
so rare,
i describe to you.
silken petals drawing in all the waves of the world,
the things ive lost create the realization of what i really have inside my cup.
im jolting through the golden fields,
swimming gracefully through the torrents of the sea.
calm.
breathing seems to calm the harshest seconds passing through.
emotions sturred, whipped, beat like the yolk of desert.
in the end it rises.
the last ingredient in realization for the now.
this is the most beautiful day the world has ever presented my entity with,
and tomorrow, well the morrow shall wait up for me and give the next gift for mine eyes.
exitement inhales.
my words spill as the paint on your canvas.
i am my reality.
possibility.
Oct 7, 2011
Oct 7, 2011 at 9:56 AM UTC
.your jealous words
will make a fool of you.
unstable.
creating that bubble of security.
talked into it.
talked out of it
concussed and confused.
the truth lies south.
the world changes and anger ensues those whom have lost themselves.
in losing what i thought was a drop of serenity, humanity, singularity,
i found what i had been missing.
i found the most profound feeling in my mind again,
reazlizing what i was supposed to be filling my life with.
it was the most beautiful of temporary spells.
descrete in meaning,
overwhelming in form.
i reached that treasure in my heart that i had lost to the pirates of time so many moments ago.
reached out my palms and let the time flow through my fingertips.
the unatainable love for life had been captured and caged.
my reality is full and quenched.
so rare,
i describe to you.
silken petals drawing in all the waves of the world,
the things ive lost create the realization of what i really have inside my cup.
im jolting through the golden fields,
swimming gracefully through the torrents of the sea.
calm.
breathing seems to calm the harshest seconds passing through.
emotions sturred, whipped, beat like the yolk of desert.
in the end it rises.
the last ingredient in realization for the now.
this is the most beautiful day the world has ever presented my entity with,
and tomorrow, well the morrow shall wait up for me and give the next gift for mine eyes.
exitement inhales.
my words spill as the paint on your canvas.
i am my reality.
possibility.
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