manlin: Favorites

Nov 2020 manlin

grumpV

the world could be better
if i disappeared
no more pain in my head
and no more judgement that sneered

death seems scary
unless you understand
if you think about the benefits
you'll instantly take his hand

Your tears create canyons
down your cheeks to your chin
id totally leave this earth,
a dark world of sin.

i like the color yellow
it makes my eyes shine
but not even the colors
can change my harsh mind

i think im still here
because im scared of the truth
what happens to my family
if they ever knew?

they walk to my room
a note on the door
they see my limp body
laying on the floor

your sweet little girl
not so sweet anymore
she died a long time ago..
she's rot to the core

just some thoughts i get from time to time

thanks for reading!!

#death

Nov 2020 manlin

She is Woman

Nov 2020 manlin

caroline

She is Woman

She’s built of divinity.
Mother Earth birthed her,
sculpted her figure.
She’s the generations past;
She’s the collective future.
Her voice carries over the crests of waves,
harmonizing with the wind,
uniting the stars.
When she cries,
her tears rain from the heavens,
eroding sharp cliffs
and rough quarries
She created nations from dirt,
and power from her hands.
She is Woman.

Nov 2020 manlin

never grow up

Nov 2020 manlin

caroline

never grow up

pony-tailed playmate
head tucked in her shirt
gazing steadily down
at her toes in the dirt

chaos tiptoes around her
naive oblivion
journeys in far away lands
just west of the meridian

watercolor fairy tales
bleeding outside the lines
unaware of the danger
unaware of the signs

let me sit with you, darling
in the dampened flower beds
and paint a new world
for us in our heads

Nov 2020 manlin

ifs

Nov 2020 manlin

chimaera

ifs

dystopian land,
the kingdom
of selffullness service,

the place
to grow
heroic egos

or

cursings
on regrets.

service
by one's pleasure.

instantaneous and soluble,
for reality dissolution.

11.11.20

Nov 2020 manlin

october's love

Nov 2020 manlin

jordan

october's love

inhaled by the moon
on a night before full
as gauzy ghost fingers
grip the violet night
almost as if they were clouds
glowing with bone-light moonbeams
softly drifting like gossamer owl wings
over aubergine skies pin-holed by planets
and speckled with only the brightest of stars

10/29 - I fell in love with life again tonight, thanks to the beautiful moon and lenticular clouds that are keeping a tight grip on the valley like hands joined in prayer overhead.