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  Sep 2015 thulvni
But I'm open, you're closed
Where I follow, you'll go
I worry I won't see your face
Light up again

Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the wrong words seem to rhyme
Out of the doubt that fills my mind
I somehow find, you and I collide

I'm quiet, you know
You make a first impression
I've found I'm scared to know
I'm always on your mind

Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the stars refuse to shine
Out of the back you fall in time
I somehow find, you and I collide
thulvni Sep 2015
Gold teeth with fake smiles
Sold beings with snake tounges
Dig gold in mines than in lings
World sees no value in beings
But seeks value in things

Assets driven soul
Casket risen goals
May the sunset unfold
Before the riots roar
#sea #lost #world #
thulvni Sep 2015
I'm a Breathing  brown  connecting fruits and roots
The cross I am
the gross I am
The meristem I am I married the stem to bring forth branches of life
Through brown I received my crown
From brown I receive
From brown was I concieved
And through brown shall I succeed
#brown #life #roots
thulvni Sep 2015
Laid in the casket dreaming of sunset hoping in the ghetto sumday we will experience gun rest

Brother stubbed to earth starred by angels trying to see the assets found in innocence but that lead him to one conclusion casket

The air I breathe makes me a victim fighting for a territory in eviction in the ghetto you find death in vaccine

Maybe I'm not the only one who loves the smell of gasoline
To grasp a win I have to kneel
#ghetto #life
  Aug 2015 thulvni
be afraid of the sea.

not because i told you so

because you would go to the beach one day and the weather is soft and the wind blows your hair the way he never could.
and you would forget about dying.

because you will dip your toes in the blue sparkle playfully dancing up your ankle
and you would forget it would ever drown you senseless.

because the horizon will swallow the sun as you give yourself away to the briskly sand, once again allowing your skin to be bruised and wounded while you pretended it was poetry; the sky is blood and his musk is in the air and his chapped lips lands on your collarbone and you would turn away and make love with none but the wind.

*and you would forget to forget.
  Aug 2015 thulvni
Shilah Kent
I discovered a new part of me.
A part that loved mornings
and that found beauty in my surroundings.
A part that enjoyed watching sunsets
and romanticizing a simple stroll through the park.
A part that believed in positivity
and finding the good in everyone.

But that part of me is no longer here.
It disappeared around the same time you did.  
All I could think of is getting you back,
of getting that part of me back from you,
so I could be complete again.
Until I realized you did not take that part with you,
you did not take anything.
That part of me was hidden,
because you taught me how to love everything,
but myself.

Four years later and I realize
I have nothing to thank you for.
I found myself with you, and found myself again without you.
In the end, you made no difference.
You were not and never will be essential to my life,
for I do not only love mornings and my surroundings anymore,
I now love **myself
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