#free-spirit
Take me to a place of music and laughter
Like you, I keep my head above waters
There’s a place that’s waiting for me
Out where I could just be
No, I don’t know where the road’s heading
But I trust in my silver lining
Make me a free-spirit in the air
I grow wild- to live, I dare
Don’t let it get you
Don’t.
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Pity, There’s a wonder
they will never see
Jun 17, 2015
Jun 17, 2015 at 12:38 AM UTC
Sprinkle drops of honey upon the forehead of her beauty,
Lay upon her pale skin the velvet blue of night.
Night, breathing the sweetness of her joyful voice,
Night setting alight with the sparkles in her eyes.
Streak her hair softly with the gleam of the moon,
Carry her feet over shiny black pebbles,
Round and smooth, in numerous existence,
Guiding her steps, as she moves across the riverbed.
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 9:32 AM UTC
Forgot the man who said
He used to hide in the TV shelf's cabinet
Out of anxiety and sadness
Hidden from everyone
But haunted by demons
He could not escape
Remember the one who bikes at full-speed
Strong legs, taking himself places
On adventurous journeys
To the neighboring destinations
Remember uncovering the eyes of the girl you love
To show her an expression of your ardor
In full bloom.
I want to love someone like you
Someone articulate
In expressing compatibility
Someone free-spirited and sturdy
I want the you I remember
The you that remains is one I forgot
The sadness that desperately clings to
The joy that nervously trembles on the steeple
I know there is more to be remembered
And less to forget
The story I remember is spray-painted
On a construction site spelling out:
L-O-V-E
It is music playing in a nearby house
Two love-struck teenagers
Dancing under lamposts
Imagining moonlight
The you that remains
Is you with your puppies
And just loving the runt
"Maybe", I think now,
"He's the runt and the runt is him"
Sep 10, 2014
Sep 10, 2014 at 11:44 PM UTC
Riding in a hardtop with a few friends.
Heads get groggy as grass burns between the lips
With every pull of the roach, it repossess the swelling at the tip.
My cranium fills with this potion sensation
hip rotation.
The air becomes dense
then everything makes sense;
I have a roof over my head, but I hardly stand under it.
No wage
No claim that I am legal until the come of age.
Society reeks of imperfection.
Because society learns from received education
Rather than stepping into the natural world.
Where we stumble on honest situations, like meeting new friends.
I walk upon the concrete streets, freely.
The only routes I know are my true friends’ homes.
But my superego tells me that I am alone.
In this world I walk solo.
And my only soul purpose is to free my spirit.
Be free of mind while taking a hit.
Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 11:29 PM UTC