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mars Jul 2
Cosmic projections underlying in spaces
as warm sunburnt bodies move together across the floor
purple lights in neon glow attached to the ceiling,
mind spinning with the fluorescence.
And youth- your mind is spinning with how young you are
only seventeen
you carry the burden in your stomach the sadness on your shoulder.
You are much too young to have abundant regrets
to be living yet dead in a bitter grave.
Wrong choices overlap each other as the grave gets deeper- I know that sometimes it feels hopeless.
Banter with old friends about the aliens and rehab centers, the girl who taught you four square teaching you how to torch the end of a crack pipe.
Cycles of the same tornadoes, dreams of constant death,you’ve seen your best friends dead body more times than you will admit. Yet they’ve never imagined yours, or imagined you, or cared.
The rose colored glasses are ripped from your face given to the other unsuspecting girl who will walk the same journey I did with him.
One-sided friendships get lonely
lovers are no longer loving
and the pino has run out.
The purple lights manifest into messages coming across the lifeline simulation- Give up those who have fallen silent, your mission is not with them.
The mission is uncertain
get a man to prison
to watch a wild orca
have a family
but the process is daily.
My mission right now is to live freely let my hair grow and stick my head out the window singing Janis Joplin tunes on the 105.5
The aliens come through once again to extend long hands and acid tabs offering insight into treasures unknown.
Time capsules I have yet to bury.

The great thing about cycles is you can stop them.
Angel May 10
The comparison of such dejection
Makes me feel as though I am not one
But two or many or all
To feel prototypical is an oddity in itself but I need distinction to find comfort in being astral
I want to feel authentic
The planet closest the sun                                
Harbors me, myself, and I                                    
I am the path on which it moves                          
And the axis on which it shifts                              
I meet the sun every day, every day                    
Waving hello with every waking moment              
In this world that’s not my own                            
      I alone feel welcomed                                                  
ǝuolɐ llɐ sᴉ ʇI
sɹǝǝd sʇᴉ ƃuoɯɐ plɹoʍ ɐ uI
ǝɹǝɥʇ uǝʌǝ s’ʇᴉ sʍouʞ ǝuo oN
ʇɥƃᴉu ʎuɐ 'ʎɐp ʎuɐ uns ǝɥʇ puᴉɟ ʇouuɐɔ ʇI
ǝɔɐld sʇᴉ puᴉɟ ʇᴉ sdlǝɥ ǝuo oN
ɥʇɐd sʇᴉ ƃuolɐ ʇᴉ sǝʌoɯ ǝuo oN
ǝuo ɐ ʇou 'lɐᴉɔǝds ǝuo ou sǝʌloʌuI
uns ǝɥʇ ʇsǝɥʇɹɐɟ ʇǝuɐld ǝɥ┴
Feelings of Joy from the chill
Arctic colds freeze the body
Also, it purifies the soul
Out flies astral travels of my Human will.
Visiting lands at the speed of an "Outer Body " "dream"
Landing states are quick and also unneeded
Communicates with other souls
adds to a sweeter and a more "clear eyed" vision and
a more "grander" scheme.
Fly with me upon golden wings
Join with me against star lit scenes
As we dream together, even in the real land..
as astral waves are painted with a truer light with lesser burdens...
No worldly issues..just me and you.
Maybe you've seen me enter your "dreams?"
as I joined with your soul
and beautiful travels bathed beautiful avenues
without tolls.
Try Dec 2018
tomorrows,
morals,
lead to future sorrows,
rather remain swimming in the oceans corals,
then open up the next portal,
into anothers world.

© Try
Try Dec 2018
its just another day,
nothing special,
same old irregular weather,
still thinking about your sister,
and how i filled her,
glazed her,
her flavor,
something i still savor,
so unpredictable,
she is,
captivated with every glance,
10 for 10,
every time,
in the clothes she designs,
a queen who reigns on high,
high on her own supply,
no surprise,
it was her demise,
the one tie she couldn't cut,
she was nothing special to me,
until she was gone....


© Try
don't let the ones you got close to you slip away from you into the dark abyss.
Nikos Kyriazis Nov 2018
Deep inside the wrinkles
of the Blue Mountains
Cold air sits upon
the primitives' throne

Inky echoes stroll the alleys
No living essence have ever
trespassed these halls

Sun's breathe becomes pale
as it touches the gloomy
foothills and crests  

Merely sprites wearing
mantles made of mist
dwell this mountainous region

Even rain seldom visits
to pierce the ghastly silence

Amidst the fog
forgotten tokens may hide
In riddles of old and
astral vague light
Delamusiq Oct 2018
Like last time
Rather be outside , forgiveness a must
But it must be,  im not brave
Not scared but bars never bend straight
Trippy addida back on the record ,but for the record you use to say yes
___________
Cry in the dark , where the eyes cant see
See seas of stares ,fake cares, full house full of fools and that one girl in the yellow blouse , kinda cute
Kinda blue
Kinda new
Function funk , played for trippy ima go ona trip
Cry in the dark
_______
You use to, but is use to ,not like the use im use to
But i guess it's usefull ,truthful , told through lip gloss
****, glossy lips
Glassy eyes
Yellow blouse
You stick out
Kinda cute , but is through, we met
We meet ,its sweet ,dont sweat
eyes crept
Base in a rusted red revolver , shrink tell me im not crazy
Crazy bout a boat with her on it
Her like want it, want it but cant front it
Let's jump bus , stunt it
Hit ramp ,know what bumb it
Bunny hop jump on the cares, ima rot
Prime time
Delamusiq Oct 2018
Undertone,  the time spent on tone ,past circles where emotions ran high
Couch vibes, scary movies never missed in the pursuit to enjoy time never spent
But remeberence of that time in pink, fuschia It might have been
Times past , little pastimes shaded in sin
Nothing like the last time,  baked pizza and a smile for happiness that never hit past five five
It was too short now in a right mind, only memories left for good times
Water on the bless , your beautiful unoff for a lifetime
Yet that bullet never made it to my heart till rusted pistol never stopped time
I'm gone
I'm wrong
Now fly on while I sing along , you too cut on your don't fuvk with me flow
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