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313 · Sep 2016
When you don't speak
People may think anything,
Create anything,
Take everything.
And when you do speak, people may invent, may dissect, or intersect.
313 · Feb 2016
Nameless
How do You hold who is not dear?

Can You swipe and clean all fear?

Where is Your place You call so clear?

When is rest for You, if near?

Do You not feel pain and sneer?

How can You love with pure and steer?

Is this something in Your sincere?

Necessity, for giving is that here?

Your goodwill is something we cannot understand, The dearest of The dear.
Reflections
296 · Mar 2016
A not so Poetic Story
When I was young I believed in all the cool things that I see,
I believed they were great, awesome, and strong as can be,
There I was a boy so little so eager and so meek,
And yet only kindness did I weep,
I thought to myself that I wasn't fit,
To be so inspiring, and weak as a slip,
And so I sought to be higher in all aspects til',
I could see myself greater than any of it,
So I learned to lie was first of my lips,
Because of the scorn of sorrow that oppressors brought with,
So I seized power from their hands of defeat,
But power was maddening to a lad in his nick,
He grew mad and evil until a fate had a frizz,
And the kind words of wisdom gave his heart a big itch,
Then he remembered kindness, it wasn't really a smidge,
So he went on his journeys with a curse on his tongue,
He breathed it so long it stuck onto his kiss,
A taste of poison everyone saw sweet,
Only his fallen enemy knew it,
He tried and he tried yet the boy couldn't fit,
He meant some, he tried some, he prevented but would sit,
He wanted to stop but he couldn't on run,
Like he was on ***, but the honest won't lift,
So farther in the future he sought to make mends,
He started keeping shut with only the truth with his rends,
But sometimes the courage would not work to his blend,
So he struggles to the day with a hint of conviction and then.
293 · Sep 2016
The Picture of the World
There is a blue sky,
It's probably really colorless,
Insanely the lights reflect them,
On and off the surfaces of anything and everything,
It is a surreal place where even the weirdest creatures take form,
Some help, some destroy, some are like paperweights flying along the storm,
Silently sound just talks, it takes action without anyone knowing when,
It begins to make sense of every piece in place,
On top of a giant floor filled with invisible mazes,
Where some take, some give, some steal, some respect,
While some feel, some judge, some analyze, some expect,
Tuning into the frequency of inevitability,
While listening closely by the amplitudes of insanity and entropy,
Closely intertwined, it never ends the same way.
291 · Jun 2016
8 Hours
I miss you, inside
I miss your running, inside
I miss your loudness, inside
I miss your mess, inside
I miss our munchies, inside
I miss our plays, inside
I miss our bonding, inside
I miss how you take care of me, inside
I miss how you protected me, inside
I miss how you understood without words, inside
Inside, I cry for you, inside
I will always cherish our memories, inside
It's been eight hours, so I still cry, inside, and out
For the dearly departed,
May their spirit give us hope,
May their memory keep us warm
May their legacy bring us life.
285 · Jul 2016
Message
If you're in dire need of a fool,
More so that you burn innocence,
That must mean you ran out of tools,
And your fear is ganging up on you.
280 · Jun 2016
Mirror
How do I recognize

I believe that we have met before

Maybe it was that time

Now returning to settle old scores

Keeping each detail in light

Confused at what could have

Focused away from what should have

Living in fleeting flight

Sweet dreams waking from the night

If this could be the period of that might

Then please let it be the brightest bright

As someday all will fall, and new comes to light
Get a mirror ******
277 · Aug 2016
Empty Dreams
This lies in a far enough world where our family found peace,
A realm where none other than the likes of us could only seek,
We played music to our hearts content,
We made love to the women that set our souls unkempt,

It was the good life or so it seemed,
Until the morning came and we played to spring,
Blooming into adults that is what it sings,
Doing our duties to keep the place at peace,
Killing ghosts and monsters well ain't that obscene,

As forever goes on it stopped with a niche and a nudge,
Like when sleep is done we wake up with the sun,
Whoops I am awake I think that's won,
A given, well this world is better than none.
Dreaming of random things.
273 · Jun 2016
Matters
Never will it matter to do good for someone else

To give and take but to give intense

Soaring the skies as murdering pretense

Dealing with our death in instinctual defense

Never will it matter, for everything matters else
My Truth
263 · Jul 2016
Wonder
He asks me why wonder,
You can know by a flick of the wrist,
By the bruise on the skin,
Sliding through the memory of memories.

Why wonder?
Because of the questions and the mist,
The uncertainty of holy and sin,
Finess bridging the simulation of falacy.

I love to wonder,
It tells me the story of a stranger,
It may not be true to all, but that is my wager,
It tells me the state of my soul, should I be in danger.

In a world where reality is fantasy,
Where living alive is the ultimate dream,
In the goal of surviving, fictional as it seems,
Where adults are children, having fun in an epic eternity.
248 · Aug 2016
Reality
The more I feel,
The more I know,
The more I live,
As a mortal woe.
Be wary of brainwashing internet ads.
243 · Jun 2016
Take Care They Say
I cradle inside my cave,
Awaiting the rising of the day,
Where the shadows are amiss,
And the rays have gone abliss,
Where the rascals came and say,
Take care boy coloured in grey,
With the tongues hissing,
And the fangs grinning,
Where the match stick was struck,
My mind was set a mock,
To worlds that intertwine,
My spirit snuffed the pride of the swine,
Casting the soul with great terror,
With blood lust soaked in fervour
Then the sky in body,
Told me what folly,
How much they play with words,
Sarcastic as mirrors of ****,
The hidden crimson desires,
Take care they say,
Because we will get you someday,
On the ground with your remorse,
With your fear and your discourse,
Your death will be our triumph,
Your death will satisfy our hungering and defiance.
224 · Jul 2016
In remembrance
I see a picture of a being,
Standing tall smiling and being,
An individual.

Not so similar,
Not so dicferent,
But I will remember you as we pass,
Into the wind as we are the ash.
213 · Mar 2016
Pleasure
The rising of the heat,
The falling of the beat,
The leading of the need,
The tailing of defeat.

The memory of this,
Content was amiss,
You urge of my twist,
Again you folly me to mist.

How can I forget,
Your longer lived regret,
What I thought was best,
Could only hurt my chest.
What is pleasure, learning something new, but forever changing the view.
Loving without remorse, but hurting at end course.
Eating until the sun, but setting without fun.
Sleeping from the chill, but waiting for the ****.
Charging with all might, but destruction is the only sight.
Gaining all that is, but never getting bliss.
Defending for thyself, but knowing no one else.
Yearning for the blight, no joy for all their might.
189 · Mar 2016
You
You
They call me gay, which I cannot defy,

They call me *****, because I am just shy,

They accuse me of lying, for the reason that I do not pry,

They call me unusual, for not wanting to tap that girl of guy.

Maybe I am waiting for someone that I once knew,

That person whose name, I don't even have a clue,

But I know she is waiting for someone blue,

Not sad but one who just sticks like glue,

We maybe apart but I bet that you're waiting too,

You're face and feel I do know, that you,

But when we meet I am sure it's true,

That you and I just feel the same way too.
I know you're waiting, well so am I.

— The End —