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Descovia Dec 2020
There's a part of me, that I thought died.

This part of me sees, the God(s) in me.


Many split personalities. Divide all realities. Energy and thoughts all for inhumanity.  

The versions of all indenities, fighting for my sanity.


I want to live....
I want to die ...
The darkness. The light.
What is the meaning of eternal life?!

LIFE wants to give love unconditionally and Death is absolutely lustful as we see.
Controlled chaos inside of a beautiful
catastrophic tragedy.  If  I cursed my godly essence, is this blasphemy?

Trapped within myself, in a comforting prison, to never be free. I can hear you calling out to me.  Never, was this the way, this is suppose to be.
One day, I will go (die) ghost, hopefully....


Through more eyes, have open the realization. Deceived by unworldly hallucinations.  Cannot go against time or creation! Praying for salvation will come before my reincarnation!!

I  don't want to live...
I  don't want to die....
The other part of me.....
calling out from the other side....
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Michael Marro Jan 2020
Our life intervenes
Somewhere betwixt and between
Simply existing
Whether it's shade and shadows or brilliance and beauty, we see Life's true aspect when we search in the voids of time as we move through the day.
Drifting beneath the waves,
The water lifts me like a stone.
Holds me in it's soft embrace
As if to carry me home.

A grain of sand, I ride the tide.
Find a beach in which to hide.
Cast ashore, let the foam
bury my past and wash away my bones.

Close my eyes, lose myself
To the rushing in my ears.
Leave behind this earthly shell,
The world fades and disappears.

A grain of sand, I ride the tide.
Find a beach in which to hide.
Cast ashore, let the foam
bury my past and wash away my bones.
SydneyAnn Feb 2015
I used to grip your hair in my hands
you choked me sometimes
it wasn't all in lust
I scratched your back so hard
I left marks
and I'm sure there was dead skin underneath my finger nails
You didn't like to kiss when you expressed love physically
I didn't mind because kissing preoccupied me
We met on the same wave length of dysfunction
and our vibrations created a dimension in which we could disappear in
You would stare so deep into my eyes
that you would see past them
Sometimes we cried
but we never stopped
you were so gentle

But you hurt me and I don't mean when we did things sexually
I mean intellectually
out of all of our destruction in the act of reproduction
I only ever felt hurt through your words

What I would do to lose myself to you again

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