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Nazareth R May 2019
I'm sad as I know that he isn't...
I know I'll be sad over him being so
I know I'll cry for him to live I know I'll suffer to wish for him
I know nothing will happen
I know my words are for my eyes...only
No one is to read such things...
No will know me...
                                I feel sad as to know its been 17 hours
I feel sad knowing that it's better this way
I feel sad knowing that I don't know to feel now
I feel sad for not feeling anything
I...feel nothing....as always
I create a dream where I do
Create something that's been done too many times
I live in a fantasy created by others
I live in my own wrapped up delusion of a fantasy
Words are just that with no meaning
No meaning to express me
Give me an excess
Give me the meaning...
A little long winded...hope I didn't lose you but I do wish you were able to draw out your own memory of feeling such feelings.
Nazareth R Apr 2019
Mud in the system as it flowed down as blood covering
devouring the sweet nectar
as hunger feasted on the flesh of security ripping away the layers of rotten jelly expecting the aroma of a fresh donut
covered with lies
sprinkled with rain
drowned with moral values
No longer my values
Nazareth R May 2019
When the leaf’s were floating
The sun peaked from above
And the sky showed my tears
Oh, why must you float around while I pretend to fly
Oh, won’t you lent me my wings
Let’s forever walk in a war
Not to meet until the final breath
Lose me in your arms
You are my Willow tree of hope
May you grow and bear my blood
Within you, I dig
I dig to obtain my piece of cake
Along with the warm tea
Let the Old honey wash away within
Let the rich sugar die along with the liquid
Remain only the sweet tea
The warmth that lives within the last drop
The fresh cake to my old fork
The life to my rotting will
My roots attracted to so
Now must reside in the Eatonville soil
The warm tea blown cold
The sweet cake turned to gems
My leafs wither with internal warmth
My beloved Teacake
Inspiration from the novel; Their eyes were watching god
Nazareth R Apr 2019
Let me take you from the light
                     To present you darkness
This figure of fiery pain
                     As her slender fingers trace your imperfections As her eyes beg you to speak
                     As her lips descend upon yours
Stopping ever so slightly
                      Lingering about
Her breath
                     Waves of joy
Her delicate body
                     Wrapped around you
squeezing you
                     Accepting you.
Nazareth R Apr 2019
In the slot
Yes that slot
Unwanted ***** left to rot, slot
Place me there
To be read
To be discovered
Let that be my right
In my slot
Let the world come
And see my letters....
Nazareth R Apr 2019
No more need
to think but
feel
The suffering
that my hero felt
The hero with no mask
The one who asked nothing

Yet spoke envy

Envy of the light
that never stayed
As it swayed upside down
Matching the steps of pain
Emerging with the cries of help
Dissolving with the masses
Awaiting the new mask

— The End —