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 Apr 2014 calion
Don't Exist
Our bodies are borrowed
yes, it is not hard to comprehend
it's not a poetic metaphor
nor is it a intellectual endeavor

our bodies are borrowed...

it might seem strange at first
but then it starts to make sense
but its crazy

our bodies are borrowed...?

Hello, for your whole life you was borrowing something
your soul borrowed the body made from your mother
a mom whole also borrowed her body who sexually interacted with another person with a borrowed body
whose parents created them with borrowed bodies
all the way to the beginning

our bodies are borrowed....!!!????

that means our life is borrowed
our kids are borrowed
our happiness are borrowed
our darkness are borrowed
our ****** activities are borrowed
even our souls are borrowed

our bodies are borrowed??????

Now will you continue this borrowed reality or use your borrowed body to create a world?
a world that doesn't require a borrowed body?
a body of your own?
This poem is kinda shaky. Please comment and don't just ready. Don't be scared.
 Mar 2014 calion
Rachel Brisco
A blade just to see if I can bleed out my love for you and though it's never worked before, it's a lesson I keep on faking.
A promise I keep on breaking.
A mistake I keep on making.
Listen closely you can hear my heart breaking too.
My soul screaming.
My life.
Begging.
One minute you're right here next to me and the next we're miles apart.
Not even faith brings you back to me anymore.
If I could leave my baggage in the lost luggage department of a far away place I'd have shipped it there already.
But I can't.
And I can't warp time.
I'm not a scientist.
I'm just a messed up concoction of scarred flesh and weary bones.
Hold me.
Before you leave me, hold me.
**** me so I'll never feel again the pain of not having you here.
If this is where you end our chapter, this is where you end my life.
I've been here before I know I can do it again.
I just don't want to.
I try to carry us forwards but you can't stop looking back.
That's not where we're going.
That's not where we're at.
And you can walk away but we'll only end up lost.
And in the process of losing ourselves we'll always find each other.
And maybe you'll replace me with some other lover.
But the way we feel about each other will always be more than we can feel for another.
And I'll never recover.
Just like I never did.
I'll never get over you and I won't ever quit.
I can't quit you, I never could.
And if I could fix all your pain, put your heart back together, I would.
But I'm trying.
God knows I'm trying.
I'm trying to live but it feels like life is just for dying.
Let me die with you.
Please.
If you walk away from me.
Please
Take my life with you.
Please.
If you can breathe without me, please.
Breathe.
 Mar 2014 calion
Sjr1000
Running down that Ecstasy Highway
as fast as my little legs can carry me
I'm blind as a bat with ear plugs
But we  were both
searching through this night time
skyway
reaching out to touch some one
and be touched.

All the guide books said this is the way,
turn right at Desire
turn left at Oblivion
and head on down
to the
neon lights, you can't miss it
as long as you are riding that
Ecstasy Highway.

I was told
some people find it at the end of a needle
others wait for the drop of the cards
and there are those who throw themselves
off that mountain side cliff looking for the winds to ride.
Some find it laying with you.

I've gone somewhere else I can't describe
made a wrong turn
thought it was a Transcendental highway
maybe
because I've been up and down,
made wrong turns right and left
made a wrong turn
at the corner of Sanctuary and Bliss.
I'd ask directions but there is not a soul around,
smacking my GPS
lost beyond words
with nothing familiar
in
neighborhoods looming
stark cracked out buildings
and
broken street lights
people with apocalyptic eyes
even the cops won't come down here any more
and the only help I've found
the only guide I have
is delusional and lost
though occasionally profound
dressed in piercings and tatoos
and she keeps yelling at me
something about going home to you.

Too tired to go on.

Had lost that bat back at the beginning of dawn
finally sat down at the coffee shop
at the corner
of
Love and Compassion
ordered up some hot self-acceptance
took a breath and looked around
still looking for the way back home.
I know it's just down the road
a stop light or so
maybe there's an on ramp
or a sign pointing out the way
to get back
on that
Ecstasy Highway.

I stopped at a gas station
talked to a guy
who told me lefts and rights
but my eye lids fluttered
fell asleep
right when he told me what I wanted to know
and when I opened my eyes
the station was closed
not a soul around
and I was running down
unfamiliar roads.

So if you hear a small lost voice
in the night
that's probably the sound of me
standing at the crossroads
of
Self-pity and Remorse
knocking at the Post Office
trying to mail these words
at a place that been long closed.
Please give me a hug or two
and send me on my way
if you give me any advice
I probably won't hear a word you say.
You see
I'm trying to make my way
back again
to that
Ecstasy Highway.
 Mar 2014 calion
LETITFXRING
You will never be free
If you don’t let go
I know it's hard
& I know I should have let go
But now
It hurts more
Than it should have
Take out the negative
You deserve a lot better
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