remember that time
laying in your bed
back when you we both thought we knew
and you stroked my stomach and kissed my hearts
variously placed of course
cleavage. stomach. hips. sleeve.
lustful sweet "**** me now"
boundries not crossed but completely jumped
eh, **** it.
but for now... your hands?
here...
and there.
remember that time...
you smiled and i laughed
made the moment
...laughter.
"ahh ****, ****."
it was just a dream.
snap. back to the percieved
whats the point if i'm going to remember every smile,
moan and laugh
replayed...
over and over...
****...
i'm fertile and *****.

The flight and call of the birds imbues us with the future. Our past comes from a well. The present lies in a river. Our elders are now gone in crumbling stone. If the bough of the Oak is as wide as 3 men all boundaries can be broken and our souls can pass on.

I
am
Breaking
every    boundary
I have ever drawn. I *am  
S h a t t e r i n g* every  lasting  
doubt left on the tip of my tongue.  
I   am  S l i d i  n g  down  a  pile  of  the
last    of    my   demure.   I   am   S h e d d i n g
each    and    every   layer   guarding    my    soul.
I   am  S h a k i n g  afraid  to  let  go  of  my  safe  wall.
I am T u m b l i n g  past everything I have always clung too. I am
Letting go until all that’s left is my fears broken at the bottom of the ledge.

H e a r t b r e a k

F a i l u r e

            R e j e c t i o n

                                    L o s s

*B.K

Hey little lady sitting alone.
I think you need a hand to hold.
Hey little man staring at the screen.
I think you need to start living your dream.
Hey little artist with your head held high.
I think you need to let go and cry.
Hey little writer with your pen on the page.
I think you need to escape this cage.

Moved by the guiding hands of the wind,
While avoiding the living room box's trend.

Although fixate with this generation's iPad,
Or impulse to explore the Xbox's dungeon,
And glimpse the pages of the Forbe, the Facebook, and the likes.

Make time to be in the moment of solace,
A time to dream to explore ideals,
Like floating in nebula avoiding the all powerful black hole.

Navigating the void of the sense of inner torment,
Or charting the boundries of the next voyages of personal task.

One does need to depart from disparity of news,
Or lose sense of humanity by deprived reality TV,
For satirical movies like Idiocracy prophesied seem realized.

One does need to regroup in personal cocoon,
Meld by the silent melodies of beating chest,
Like metronome syncing the keys of the piano to Bach,
While breathing upon the horizon of rebirth,
And find your enshrouded foggy path by beacon of self enlightenment.

i live in a sufficatin hell seeing every one **** up.
there is only pure anger for what we have be came
we are only macheins that have rules to be slaved by the government.
we dye we cry we suffer our lives end with just a single button

I live in darkness with no light.
I live in this hell seeing society become a threat.
i live in  hell seeing innecent people dye from people who attck there life.
i just watch the world turn seeing nothing but insent blood shed that has lost the most import people who can heal the mistakes

i live in my own hell seeing every day blood shed taking familys to death.


i have words to say but seeing your own friend get taken out by warfare (WHAT THE ****) i live in my own hell seeing just **** rip apart people


i live in this world that has no boundries no limits no nothing. just blood shed with no regert

i live in this world  full of danger i always have to keep my sences up to be awaerar of the next move


i live in a world of hell where there is nothing to stop by boundries just blood shed

my own living hell is everyday trying just to survive as time goes on

There are many bonds other than friendship
Bonds we don't understand
Bonds we don't need to understand
Bonds that are nameless

Bonds that are just meant to be experienced
Bonds that don't have boundries or limits
Bonds that bind the heart together

Bonds of passion
Bonds of love

you asked me to draw my past
i drew in red lines and harsh corners with no boundries
red lines because my body is covered in them
harsh corners because the turns my life took often make my neck snap
no boundries because i knew no wrong felt no remorse saw nothing as off limits
you asked me to draw my present
i left the paper blank
i feel nothing
i am nothing
whatever people say to me to help me recover is who i become
i am like a mirror or a blank slate reflecting what the artist wants to see
you ask me to draw my future
i draw triangles and rectangles
because the turns are still sharp but more expected
and i am fitting into society but i'm not a box

For Gertrude Stein

that vast land
a wanderer's dream
to wonder
to ponder
in awe
a~mazed

like spiderwebs
lineages of pearls
falling
cascading

a land of invisble boundries
boudaries unlimited
ideas limitless
exploring
branching

like a woman's thoughts
tree branches
no time no space
the melting of Dali's clocks

a land of no beginnings
no middle
endless
images endless

like the vortex
spiraling inward
downward
voidless

tense, i lie dazedly upon her bed
she whispers and speaks soft into my ear
i hear naught but loving words from sweet lips
i hold her close as thoughts run through my head
the time is now, she takes all my fear
and stands before me, hands on bare hips

a catch in my breath, a skip in chest, thump thump
ecstasy, it be her name, her body its meaning
i'm wet clay in her grasp, asks "why do you roar?"
her answer is now, the bed doth bump bump
upon the wall, i grip it tight, stare 'pon ceiling
"oh my dear ive never felt this way before!"

blinded now to all but her, she looks at me
mesmerize, and i feel so calm, before the storm
mouth open in empty rawr, i cannot utter a single note
she pauses a moment, i plead, destroy me
til moonlight shines upon her furry form
sweet explosion! finally now, my roar within my throat.

my roar echoes from wall to wall, as do her cries
she wracks my form with passionate ******
the finale, memorable, we can't seem to stand...
we lay there, giving up after a few tries
neither move, content in each other's trust
our love knows no boundries, how grand.

Its in the way you look at me
The way you touch my thigh
Trail your finger up my leg
Over my hips, along my abs
I know not how you've sinned
Though you said you've been  bad boy
The way that you make me feel
Can only be described as heavenly

So how is it
that when you move with me
when you rock my body
kiss my tenderness
love with no boundries
I feel as though
I've sinned?

Nothing that feels this good
Can be anything but bad

Life is tough,
But skin is stronger.
Spilled coffee staining unfinished works.
Forgotten friends, this town *****.
Lost time, keep me grounded.
Marked skin,
Late nights, four a.m. knows my soul.
Let's not even pretend we're in love.
I left my heart back in Chicago, but home isn't anywhere
yet.
you all
make me
sick
here. My stomach aches almost as much as my heart.
But not as bad.
Make it to med school & get out alive
they all fear zombies now.
but instead we need to fear growing up and growing out.
the truth.
Get lost, get hurt.
I'm stripped bare, nothing.
Next to it, anyway.
My life, they all tell me I am a sin.
Can't change how I am.
it's alright, everyone. I hate me, too.
Almost as much as all these lies
they keep pouring from your mouths, from one of you to the
Next.
Like needles in my skin,
you are strong, all of you,
but I am stronger though, alive, barely.
Now though, I'm getting better.
I listen to my music loud, as loud as the dials will allow me to take it.
boundries.
But only to keep the silence
In my mind, the words to stop forming sentences, those to stop trying to perfect what can't be done.
My hands are starting to hurt, to keep
pulling myself down back to Earth.
My mind, full of medical knowledge,
Can help anyone, but,
myself.
These highs, they are dull and don't last long enough, these pills,
they cost too much, can't make it out.
But they keep me here,
safe. And I know that I'm fine, will be stronger.
Not enough to be here, for the rest of my life, pathetic.
but enough not to, fade. You all see me,
Understand why in the dark of the night.
That you spill love to me as you feel these deep lines on my body, these troubles.
My past.
Forever haunts me, holds me,
Captive. My future, as gone as it ever was.
Will be.

I have been to the deep blue
Where my faith had tested my fears
Boundries were crossed
And I had raised my own waters
So high, the sun began to disappear
It was dark there in the shallow
My heart was racing, time running
As my body submerged into- suspence
While the deep I faced challenges
Many creature's in Adam's ale
Shark attacks and eel whip lash
Fish that snap and jelly fish stings
Not knowing there are lessons taught here
I earned trust in faith and I rise again
On the pier I lay sprawled
In all my glory to the sky
It started to pour showers of healing
I rose from drowning, losing breath
Now free to continue my journey
In this baptism on my crown
I had been ready for this world
And these storms blossemed rain showers
Over everything I had faced
Will continue to remind me again
It can't remain stromy forever.

© S .T. Rebel of Eden

where goest thou deep
in concrete streets
of a wicked jungle
the rumble of
unsettling events; intense
concentrating
on escaping
these decrepit patterns
of useless existence
resistance to causualties
turning into familiarities
rear back to attack
fatal norms and society
pressing beliefs into skin violently
picking through dirt like worms
makes you squirm
and crunch the skin on your face
disgrace
to humanity
with their one ounce of sanity
equally dispersed among the public
disruptive you say?
that I've ruined the peace of this virtuous day?
do you sleep at night ?
with the right kind of dreams?
he beams at a perfect system
that thrives in secret tyranny
the irony!
enough to make you sick
and **** on the shiny shoes of the opresser
the ladder to heaven has collapsed and burned
so LEARN how to deal with death life and birth
ON EARTH!
this wont pay off after
no factor of mortality
plays into "divine reward"
like a ***** you're bored of misery and law
so thaw the boundries of
adventure and ambition
petition for ignition
to the revolutionary fire
the dire need for more wood to burn
take turns
melting away

Their connection cannot be denied.  heir shared depth crosses all lines of reality.  An infinate wisdom, an unspoken truth.  An empty space no one could understand but is now understood and shared.  An empty space no more.  Their seperatness and likeness brought them together to share in those things which are normally beyond human comprehension.  They are not bound by the limits that ordinaries have placed upon themselves for they are endless, hungry, searching souls who reach heights unimaginable to the common man.  They soar above the never ending boundries of the universe.  Their passion is great in all things, their life rich with unsurpassed emotion.  They know eachother so deeply that it exceeds all understanding yet they understand without question.  Its as if their souls were lost and somehow came to be in this existence, for they often feel they do not belong in this reality we call our world.  They are one with themselves, they are one within creation...they are one within eachother.

I was at the bar one night, just minding my buisnees enjoy my fine pour, mistacism and, wonder came floating by in a little black number that i could look at for days. She grabbed a drink and waited for it at the bar. We'd met briefly a few times before, as everyone in a small town does at one point or another. A soft spoken well to do girl, i can't remember her name now. Slender build, blonde hair a girl, and a smile that could buy anything.

She began a converstion cuase her boyfriend was playing pool, i guess if you will she was just being polite. I wasn't going to argue with the girl and of coarse, so i offered the seat next to me and began to enjoy my drink. She asked what i was drinking, I said
"Whiskey"..."Ice", and flicked my glass as i set it down on my worn out coaster. She began to talk of life, finishing school and enjoying living in Kennebunkport while here.I couldn't belive that my alcoholic fishing village was the safe haven for pretty , sweet, and nice girls.

I didn't notice but the time flew and  so did the drinks, i could tell dhe was trying to keep up with me. One turned to 3, 3 turned to 8 double for me, and 8 of whatever fruity concoction she was drinking. I felt bad, she was drunk. Her boyfriend walk up to the bar and was angry.
He saw how drunk she had gotten, and who she'd got drunken with.
He didn't try to cuase any trouble but i could see his  "boundries" had been crossed. I wasn't worried, guy like me in my home town, bad day for him.

I have to say though, that girl barely knew me, and just wanted a good converstion out of me, and share a laugh. That's a good person, good friend, something i'd like to srtive for one day. Hope for the future.

not knowing what to do,
the path to pursue,
your boundries have an infinate plethera,
with no guide to come over ya,
ideas flow your head,
as you lay in bed,
with questionalbe authority,
with the life in the city...

The night I kissed you for the first time you shoved my lips to yours like I was a drop of water and you were burning in hell, which is where I can imagine later you shall be. You were forceful, driven by your **** with all the blood in your bottom head instead of where it should be, your brain. Sometimes I wonder if you ever wonder what life would be like if that night wouldn't have happened. If you ever contemplate where you would be now if you would have listened to the words from my mouth repeat over and over that night you first kissed, "NO". I wonder if you ever think about the first time you kissed, the first time you went farther than you should have, the time you went past my boundries when my words of "no", my cries and screams, kicking and punching didnt seem to sink in that I wasnt enjoying myself and that I DIDN'T want to do THAT. Or I wonder if you sit there and contemplate the other girls, the ones who sit here just like me, perhaps writing poems about the guy who went too far when they were just a young a girl, the ones who took years before they would finally admit what happened, the ones who were in denial, the ones who blamed themselves forever thinking they were "asking for it". I wonder if you sit in your cell and think about the first night you kissed, us.

what has the world come to?
people nowadays are so shameless and sadistic,
im not trying to be negative, im just being realilistic.
it seems like humans are losing there humanity,
what have we become?
nothing but abunch of animals. with no heart, soul, or integrity, and no boundries, not a single one.

it seems no place is safe anymore,
and the future is very bleak,
society, your so
blissfuly ignorant, makes me feel so
hopeless, that theres no way that i can control this, makes me feel so angry, sad, and weak.

sometimes i just want to throw in the towel and give in,
this is not the world, that i want my future children to live in.

Melancholy youth
Led by lucid dreams
          Strangers stare
          A fair hair woman with her shifted eyes
          Astranged from society within her own boundries
Foundations and disconnected communication,
humans are brutal yet innocently beautiful beings.
Contructed on intentions,
broken apart by actions.
          We wallow in this gene pool of superiority
           but what are we superior to?
Us weak beings, small on a scale of things
Standing tall on fear
Hustling each other for gain
Gain of what?
           When you die what will matter?
           Will it be the money you gained, the riches and fame
           Will the material that covers your rotting flesh give you comfort in death
Lucid dreams haunt my youth,
A predetermined future I fear
For when I die and lay to rest
It won't matter how much material I gained or wealth and success
All what matters is that I lived, loved and lost and tried my best

Nights filled with smoke
endless hours
spent
tidying up; leftover notes
on the bedroom floor
there is
something more
than a half-minded thought,
i'd forgotten you..
the ways you haunt.
You flaunt it; your love
The boundries we've become.
Our words will always echo
but never
leave our tongue.

His love he had to tell
yet his voice silent to spell
love hath boundries of silence
yet the heart beats chaotic violence
Fear of failure his love in silence chained
yet to love in his heart remained
lover he is in secret silence

Every day is new sunrises so do you. even if you feel like you have nothing to say nice.
day by day new challenges fly bye hitting you with out warning. when it rains i rather walk  in the rain so no one can see my eyes . have the time of your life. but it only last only a few min light when your high. when night comes the only thing to escape reality.
the music you listens to carry you along the way with all the wounds that riddle your body.
every thought you think twice but your own ideas have the weight like a ton. your friends have been there for you and so you both have each others backs no matter what.
even if your tired and have little patients all you have to say is ill just keep walking.
the emotions you drown in with every thing the day dreads and loses you in the mix.

but dad by day you have to face your fears even if it means passing you own boundries.

love that emotion is just a ord love is just something that means nothing.

for me i was told when i was little you should never sit down and cry cause youl never have the strong image in you.
emotions walk behind you but your shadow is the thing that has to fight your own evil side to push the demonic eyes away.

life is filled with lies and pathetic people that wast your time.

emotions are the whole thing that human society has to stand therer ground.

day night is the same except that's the way it is night people currl up and let the dreams slumber.

but night is a nother when people only come out when theres no light to hit them.


the thins you said the night before what do u really know what happened to your promises and trust.


my life i walk this earth trying to show my ideas to this world. but this world is afraid of ideas that will change society and every ones time to the good of it.


the emotions have so many things that will bring out in your words.


but i have no regrets or fear what happens to me. cause people fear me and are scared of me for my smarts. but i have nothing negitive to express in my words.


but the sun rises bring the sweet calm breez that flowls threw my long hair but what do u really hear when you listen close. just the music you have never heard of the beauty that will make tears stream down your face.

in my own words you cant fix every thing or every ones problems. all you can be is ears for listening and to suport them untille the end.


i have a life that is full of trapes and surprizes.

im not scared or threaten  by people but why do my ideas scare and threaten society.

but night falls my music plays sun rise comes and my music is still playing but thats the only way for me to deal with life and all its (****)

i walk this world creating my ideas writing away that will spell your name telling you im always listening.

but in this world i can only escape from societys gripps with my music playing loud and drowning people out so i can feel things. in my life as we keep going along.

my life is full of words but my voice will never be heard cause im tired of trying to talk over your voies.


have any emotions like your own appearance ******* you down ******* your strength away wearing you down.

have you just felt your life is and endless ride that leaves burns and blood stains.

my voice has the calming tone's that bring peace to your life.

in my life there's no such thing is war only the rules i have if you show any threat or threaten me i will do the same to you.


every emotion i have been able to control by using my music to drown out every one blaring it away tuning any scream or voice in my way that is only sufficating.


in my own words i have no fears /regrets but i walk this barren world just living and surving any thing hits or breakes me.


but in life/society/emotions. we wont be human if we didn't have any emotions that we have to live with.


i you want folow me  cause youl never have to be alone i am listening to our voice ill say just follow your foot steps and dont let go

My love
Is as sweet as honey
In my favorite raspberry tea
My love
Is as warm and comforting
As a fire during winter could be
My loves
Happiness is great
It sings sweet melodies
My love
Knows no boundries
Holds no limits for its hopes and dreams

My love
Is one of a kind
Though it doesn't stand alone
You stand there by its side
Holding me close, keeping me warm
My love
Has not yet spoken
So you have not yet heard
The eight
Letters I've been thinking--
Three syllables, three words

Happy Your Excited
Fourth Of July Type Climate
With Every Key
Your Frequency Will Be Climbing
Your So Grateful
It's Delicious To The Eyes
Inside Tasteful
Youve Awoke My Inner Hero
I Found My Cape
Im So Glad Your Here To Stay
Please I Won't Beg
Just Don't Walk Away No Matter What Okay
Each & Every Day
Im On A Ship Sinking
Stranded Like The Cay When I Awake
I Spread These Shreaded Wings & Sing , Fly To Bay
Paint Make Em Silver From Grey
We Are Sunsihine & Rain
Am I Dreaming
**** I Mean It
You Came Into My Life
I Feel I'm Dreaming
I Feel Alive , Ready To Die
Smothered In Vines
Ready For Flight
Consious **** Pit
Possesive Progressive Honest
I Crave Love Like A Dove I Got It
I Feel So Cleansed
The Lense I Sense Are Rotten
Hayley You Won't Be For Gotten
Cherished Memormies
Remember Me
I Am An Ember Leaf
In December
Fire Place Far Away
Cold Weather Trees
Sunset Escapes
I Hug The Stars
In Every Way
Especially On An 8th
Amanita Psylosibin
Moon Rays I Feel Inside My Poetic Page
In Your Eyes I Gaze
I Get Wrapped Up In All I Crave
I'm Too Deep In My Roots & Trees
Please Don't Be Afraid
My Speech Ain't Always Sweet But Hayley
You Mean What Words Can't Repeat
Really Close To Me
Like A Coat How Your Suppose To Be
No Boundries Is A Rare Ground See
I Apologize If My Tone Changes When No Ones Around Me

As long as we don't think about
what we're not supposed to think about
We'll be ok

That's why they don't like
people with good imaginations

The ones that search the inner boundries

It's not necessarily how smart you are
but what you can concieve of

It transcends race and gender

What are you open to?

If i can imagine this
Then i can imagine them

Status Quo fear
is their must

No inner expansion here
No finding out the truth here
No fathoming here
No forward thinking here
No rogue sheep here

Status Quo fear here

I held a shirt of yours I found under my bed until it burnt through my hand and onto the floor
I miss you and I'm still in love with you
But my boundries don't let me think outside of my narrow heart anymore
Love knows no limits
But neither does boundless pain
The type of pain that doesn't make a sound but when you look at someone they tell you that you look tired
I wish you the best even though it won't be our best
The man who will sleep next to me has hair like yours but his teeth are different and he doesn't sound like you
There are unsaid things in my soul I'm dying for you to know but I know that talk is cheap and the scars are still fresh and will tear right open if I ever hear your voice again

Those derelict dead
ends of the soul
that bear mad
houses on their
shoulder,
All Nazis who came
back from the war,
the war that killed
sixty million cells
in their brains.
They came back for
love, put roses
into their guns and
shot like a madman.
There they dwell in
lonlely lonley
cells,
Within their own
boundries
Ceasing to feel
life pass through,
As the starving
walls hold out
their hands, for
the food that was
never given.
Tina RSH

what a night with friends just partying with no sence of time or tiredness. every night you go out and try new things that will throw you out when you find your self waking up with no memore. you feel great with no reziliance of the angers that will take your  moral confedens. you just feel free and a rebel to your parents. every night you are out all night with just images that bring laughter and giggels. evr night you find your self with a  new thing writen on your body lipstick  kisss all over the white shirt.  but that one night you feel this thought that thought frezzes every thing. is this real. nothing makes sence and it is all clear you have became the person that you promised to not let out.
all the thrills grow but your mind is to ******* over to even realize that this isnt you.

your girl friend is scared to death about you. yeah

yeah life's thrills have turned you into a mess. your girlfriend finds you passed out on her front stoop with a note you wrote please save me?

life;s thrills is all fun and games before you get that thought every one who loved you are extreamly scared for you.

love is one thing but pushing away that and going insane leves another lie tht you said this wont ever be me.


yeah LIFE"S THRILLS HAVE DESTROYED YOUR LIFE AND EVERY NIGHT YOU WENT OUT YOU PUT ANOTHER LIE ON YOU?

LIFE"S THILLS HAVE NO BOUNDRIES BUT WHO DO YOU SEE YOUR SELF REALLY LOOK LIKE?

LIFE"S THRILLS have taken my life and flipped it up side down.
your addictions to the little things have made you look like ****.

no sleep exept sitting on your bed agenst the wall with questions of what happened all those nights/

why do they care for me so?
is it some trick of the human race
these boys running themselves dry over a fat, small town girl?
is just that out there, somewhere
there are a certain number of people attracted to me
and I for once
am finding them?

and why
why do they do so many bad things to me?
is it simply because they are men
and this is what men know how to do?
****?

he knows what happened to me, and still he pushes boundries.
I punish him with silence.
defeated, I lie facedown in his bed
his hands exploring me...
but without the struggle,
they think it is no fun.

they think there is fun in having something you shouldn't.
they think it is
exciting.

do they think of me
at all
while they do this?
I lie here
unprotected...

they always say they will protect you
but not from their own
harsh
fingers.

Auras in Color
In these nights
Blue,white,pink, and green
I see such energies about me
These forces warm my frights
Set my soul adrift
Into a dream as there I am free
In dreamland I can be and exist as in
roles I can only dream of in my waking hours
I am stronger in wonderland
A superman, joker, king, or a rich rockster
with psychic powers.
I have seen the human spirit reach out through these energies
Even though the skeptics limit their minds to the boundries
As their fears of what could be ******* their openess
To the beautiful rainbows of the soul's singnals
dancing through Aura's Colors
I instead, chose to unleash my open and relaxed will, and join
such forces in a whimsical dance
Since my spirit was bold enough to let my fears go
I let myself run free with the electric dreams signaling me
I took a sweet and rewarded chance.

My dreams are a vacation that I often take.
No planes. Luggage, or schedules to keep.
Blessed are the astral planes I travel along with every destination that I stake.
A marker on beautiful scenes on a map in a world I carefully create.
The people I know in my life are always there to meet me...
As my soul whisks them away with me.. On one adventure that is great..
For no boundries , no enemies, and no troubles are there.
In wonderland, Alice can chase me, the white hare.

allowing you inside gave way to regret
not because I love you so complete
unrequitted is the reason I fret
your desire for me to be discreet

those times when you acted distant towards me
when you wouldn't show up and ignore my calls
I ignored all the obvious reasons to leave you be
instead I steady let down my walls

testing the boundries of my love  
learning how to love no matter what
seems you were sent from above
for me to know I can love despite deep cuts

I'm not so love poor after all
my love for you is still alive and real
I forgave you every lie, big and small
I will always love you...its truly love I feel

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