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Tear the idea limb from limb, until the acorn of truth falls.
And then, rend the earth and begin again.
Until another, and another
And another thought begins.
Growing slowly with every Fall.
Acorns everywhere. So are thoughts. Growing. Let them go.
Seanathon Jun 29
Setting sun
Waning light
Pull the string on this bursting chest

Jump until it's perfectly timed
And fly
For just a moment in hanging past
True stories - Wish I could write fiction
Shaelyn Jun 11
your fingertips
grace my skin
like spring breeze
over dandelions
Seanathon Jun 1
BE, like a quiet wind through the cattails. BREATHE, like a cloud in the minds sky.

SOUND, like a hallway in the grandest library. And TRUST, like parachute lines.

HEAR, like the rustling deer in the bitterroots. HUM, like it's noone you'll find.

SLEEP, like the deep pooling waters of green. And SIGH, as if he were only there in mind.
Or she. If you're like me.
Seanathon May 11
When the eyes see trees and not possibilities.

A future that is not beyond tomorrow.
A person instead of a lover, or another.

When all of these things, in closing eyes see...

Then ones line of sight is oriented properly.
Meaning - Trees are for more than just use. Tomorrow is more than just another day. Your lover is a person, not your past. And to see the truth in these things is to be in THE moment.
Seanathon May 11
We spend our academic lives...

-worshiping ours, or
-regurgitating someone else's

When words are meant to be neither of these.
That... And they do mean more at night.
Seanathon Apr 24
When a mans intent becomes one with his craft
He is not the same man so much anymore
Because the actions of a man midst passion is more
Than whatever his mindset had since set before
And his intent all along though it long since has passed
Is still willed into present
When he's one with his craft.
This can be applied to all humans. (:
Seanathon Apr 24
As an old oak tree
Empties its arms in the fall of Autumn
So I must also empty my heart
In the springtime of this youthful you
Knocking me sideways...
Seanathon Apr 17
Handle your words with caution
Your impressions with care
Because words can impress
And compress the impressionable
Like metors on the surface of self
You may never know
The value, the worth
Or the cost of such words
On another persons earth
Though I do believe in tough love. I'm also a follower of honesty and a fan of kindness whenever possible.
Seanathon Apr 16
Walk through my life without me
And see
All that your eyes could partake of
And still
I wouldn't be scared for either of us
Because
My voice speaks louder asteticly
Therein
And within resides my will
I lie to myself far too much. Expecting those who get to see the true me will want more of what I have to offer. But it is not so... We are selfish creatures. And I am spoiled beyond compare.
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