I've seen the world and explored sacred places.
I've opened all my senses.
Seen its beauty and overwhelming glory.
These rose colored lenses.
I've read every book and heard every story.
Spared no expenses.

You might think I'd be happy and content.
Tonight I've realized.
There is one thing missing from my life.
One thing I'll never find with my hands nor buy with my sweat.
One thing impossible to manufacture or imitate.

I've found it before.
Dwelled in it for a moment.
I can't stay forever. But knowing you exist.
I'll be back for more.

It's everything I've adored.
Without i grow untame and bored.
It's what our connection is built on.
It's where our shared spirit was born.

You've shown me your raw nature.
It's pure form.
Your capacity to nurture.
Entwined spirits, our rough edges now smoothed and worn.

My shell you've broken to free me.
A welcomed moment of destruction.
We've tread through the shallow waters of superficiality.
Certainly we've made our introduction.

The soil beneath my feet shifts.
A stumble turned roll.
Down this mountain so steep.
Take me into you. And together
we'll roll in the deep.

fortune made us friends,
gave us common minds to share
speaking true you tell me often
what I need to hear.
let's accept what is,
and relish time it has,
view what new perspectives it may show.
truest friendship
rarely found;
when to it
we can let ourselves be known.

I dont like saying things out loud
No, not because i am too proud
You should have heard the screams of my soul just like you vowed .
Saying things out loud makes them so real , do you understand how i feel ?
But you still keep asking me whats the deal .
My words are stuck in my throat
Just come and here and look at what i wrote .
Saying things out loud makes them real , it gives it mass and solidity and that is the scariest thought to me from them all

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Haiku

free flow of Nature,
genii unbreakable
striding on Tallenge.

Share.

Share the world & your life. Cut everything in half. Dissect it. Project it to the masses and when it's dead? collect it and scatter it's ashes.

I mean...

Why keep it to yourself? seriously? Why choose to own it ? It's only a loan from God.
After you live

you lose it .

It's been ten months since the last time we talked,
         And I sit here wondering why I still give a ****.
I know that you never cared,
         And I'm stupid to think you ever did.

Life is a story,
Worth telling

Life is a story,
Worth sharing

Life is a story,
Worth experiencing

So don't back down now

Don't slice with the metal,
Of Death

Don't eat the pill,
Of Death

Don't pull the rope,
Of Death

Take it all in,
And toughen up

This Life wasn't meant,
For you to give up

This Life wasn't meant,
For you to shy away

This Life was meant,
For you to go out and share it.

Let's go.

Thoughts

We think them

We feel them

We share them

We write them

We visualize them

But what prompts us to think of a thought?

Are thoughts created?

Or were they already there from the start?