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Have you ever heard the pin drop brightly,
Leather boots on one hundred bodies?
Mermaids, mutants, captivating aliens,
What a world, what a world.

Trees keep calling me elsewhere lately,
Again, more than ever
Wind that I believe is your breath
Scent of the highly
Rose to the nose pricking blood

I wanted this
I got this
Ripped up home
Hell bound
I want this
Necrotic
Kiss on my lips
Unbound
Lashes on the wrist
Just a form of risk
Unleashed
Don't ask me why I do what I do. Is it pain? Is it gain? Who cares if I try?
JLPfoxy Jan 2015
Caged inside
Seeking beauty on the outside
Lost time
Wasted on the color blind

Inspiration is hard to find
With
         Your
                  Eyes
                           Shut
Open them up and break free of your depressive rut and see!
                                              Truly see...
I am the captain of my ship on this soul plane,
The master of my fate in destiny's take,
The north star within my dark seas,
I will make it through the darkest valleys,
To the peak of the tallest mountains,
And on to the clouds,
And stars,
And the unknown beyond,
So unleash the drive and determination,
Within me,
That no zenith can,
Satisfy.
Amy Perry May 2014
My mind is abuzz,
Like a hummingbird does.
It can't be still,
And it was my will
To make everything so,
Because how will I know
The outer limits of my essence
Without spiritual lessons?
Self-taught, fear not,
Happiness is sought
Through a curious burn.
The lessons I learn
From engaging my mind,
Is that I am not blind
To tuning into frequencies,
And avoiding delinquencies
With each new experience,
Learning to control delerience.
My inner being thirsts
For a gift labeled a curse.
I want to break these chains,
Be more than insane.
I want to be free
To be the real me.
Every great individual
Has ideas that are sensational.
So say what you will,
I will have these spiritual spills,
That shakes where I dwell,
And brings me out of my shell.
I have the right to engage
With my mind, uncaged.
Hummingbirds die
If they are caged inside.
Much needed writing session at the nature preserve.
like every great collaboration
We clash in all the right ways
While still seemingly caressing the parts of our minds of which depths are exhausting for any other to reach

Unknowingly-
A force
Unknowingly-
Fused
Abided by the simplicity in the complex-
We shatter realms-
Surpass boundaries-
Outstretch galaxies  

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro

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