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Anxiety is like a volcano Once your emotions build up too high It all explodes And its just like a volcano Because its so hard to make it stop
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Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 9:49 PM UTC
Anxiety
Laying in my bed curled up Acid in my throat because I didn’t eat Clenching my fists around my blankets because I can’t sleep Are you thinking of me? Laying in a tent, uncomfortably, Snuggling close to your fluffy white dog or your younger brother to stay warm. Are you missing me? No. Not the way I’m missing you You’re not thinking of me the way I’m thinking of you And though it means the world to me that a beautiful soul like yours is friends with a storm cloud like me, it shatters my heart into thousands of sharp, jagged pieces that you’re ~ just ~ my friend. “I’m sorry but I need to know, is it mutual? It’s alright if it’s a no, I can handle it, I just want you...to be honest” A pause... Then the raindrop falls. “Right now, it’s a no” Ripples. Right now. Right now. Right now. No. No. No. STOP. I care about you so much, I know I need to let you go, so you would never read this, and I would never show anyone this. It’s all swirling around in my chest, faster and faster until it explodes, word ***** and tears. I love you. I didn’t tell you I loved you, only that I had feelings for you. Why bother? It would’ve made things more painful for me, more bitter for you. But I can’t show you this. I don’t want you to change. I don’t want you to change the way you speak to me, to change your mind when you’re about to type a heart emoji, to stop yourself after just saying “goodnight” and leave out the “baby” This is my undoing, not yours, and I want you to keep letting me be your anchor, your shoulder, your shield, my open arms waiting to catch you when you tumble from your flight. I can’t keep loving you, I can’t stop loving you. I want to stop feeling at all.
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Aug 6, 2018
Aug 6, 2018 at 1:42 AM UTC
45 Miles Apart
Laying in my bed curled up Acid in my throat because I didn’t eat Clenching my fists around my blankets because I can’t sleep Are you thinking of me? Laying in a tent, uncomfortably, Snuggling close to your fluffy white dog or your younger brother to stay warm. Are you missing me? No. Not the way I’m missing you You’re not thinking of me the way I’m thinking of you And though it means the world to me that a beautiful soul like yours is friends with a storm cloud like me, it shatters my heart into thousands of sharp, jagged pieces that you’re ~ just ~ my friend. “I’m sorry but I need to know, is it mutual? It’s alright if it’s a no, I can handle it, I just want you...to be honest” A pause... Then the raindrop falls. “Right now, it’s a no” Ripples. Right now. Right now. Right now. No. No. No. STOP. I care about you so much, I know I need to let you go, so you would never read this, and I would never show anyone this. It’s all swirling around in my chest, faster and faster until it explodes, word ***** and tears. I love you. I didn’t tell you I loved you, only that I had feelings for you. Why bother? It would’ve made things more painful for me, more bitter for you. But I can’t show you this. I don’t want you to change. I don’t want you to change the way you speak to me, to change your mind when you’re about to type a heart emoji, to stop yourself after just saying “goodnight” and leave out the “baby” This is my undoing, not yours, and I want you to keep letting me be your anchor, your shoulder, your shield, my open arms waiting to catch you when you tumble from your flight. I can’t keep loving you, I can’t stop loving you. I want to stop feeling at all.
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As the glorious LION Stands strong in stature Radiating with a presence Of Absolute rule The air washed with A bristly respect A natural pride Beams with  beauty He guards the gateway to truth and only the brave may enter He is the king that needs no crown as he holds a royal presence as he sits in his golden coat and main Lies spark combust just bounce off dissolve in all his shine. As broken men become renewed Their fractured parts Collect in the melting *** Of the Lion's  stare As they are engulfed and swallowed In the reservoirs of his strength As the many wounded souls Find themselves restored In his majestic presence As he rattles the very fabric Of this world There is no procrastinating belly Exposed by a lackluster display No one insults his strength By creating a make believe world Or covers him with scaffolding so That they may alter him For he is the finished article And he is never held up or supported With anyone's emotional ropes or strings For he no ones puppet He is never silenced By the Strangle hold of this world Tightened with a multitude of gestures For I hear his ROAR!!!!!!!! His explosive self expression As his throat bursts and beams like the sun Breaking all collars, and his tongue is freed As a thousand trap doors Open up in him   And boulders are lifted and rocks are shattered within the sound of his voice. His Soft pads of silent stealth Gather for all his wealth As the power of his pounce Is governed by both his strength Of spirit and the honesty With which he meets the earth For he owns all of his own pain And paces and growls to warn Away any who seek to steal his fresh **** And diminish him with pretty lies For he owns all his space As it feeds his strength As somewhere in the fury of feasting Lionesses and Lions   We find our freedom For his power explodes like a volcano When his soul meets the earth   As he shakes off all avoidance To seek only truth As streaks of white light And pure Gold glisten in the SUN As the world's projections Reflect and bounce off him There is so much to learn From a beautiful LION
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Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 8:17 PM UTC
LION
As the glorious LION Stands strong in stature Radiating with a presence Of Absolute rule The air washed with A bristly respect A natural pride Beams with  beauty He guards the gateway to truth and only the brave may enter He is the king that needs no crown as he holds a royal presence as he sits in his golden coat and main Lies spark combust just bounce off dissolve in all his shine. As broken men become renewed Their fractured parts Collect in the melting *** Of the Lion's  stare As they are engulfed and swallowed In the reservoirs of his strength As the many wounded souls Find themselves restored In his majestic presence As he rattles the very fabric Of this world There is no procrastinating belly Exposed by a lackluster display No one insults his strength By creating a make believe world Or covers him with scaffolding so That they may alter him For he is the finished article And he is never held up or supported With anyone's emotional ropes or strings For he no ones puppet He is never silenced By the Strangle hold of this world Tightened with a multitude of gestures For I hear his ROAR!!!!!!!! His explosive self expression As his throat bursts and beams like the sun Breaking all collars, and his tongue is freed As a thousand trap doors Open up in him   And boulders are lifted and rocks are shattered within the sound of his voice. His Soft pads of silent stealth Gather for all his wealth As the power of his pounce Is governed by both his strength Of spirit and the honesty With which he meets the earth For he owns all of his own pain And paces and growls to warn Away any who seek to steal his fresh **** And diminish him with pretty lies For he owns all his space As it feeds his strength As somewhere in the fury of feasting Lionesses and Lions   We find our freedom For his power explodes like a volcano When his soul meets the earth   As he shakes off all avoidance To seek only truth As streaks of white light And pure Gold glisten in the SUN As the world's projections Reflect and bounce off him There is so much to learn From a beautiful LION
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They look out from the terrace. At the borders of sight live rocky hills behind brown and golden and olive crop under a cloudless sky. BANG! An artificial cloud. “Mira,” she points, “Venga!” They fly down stairs, diving like sparrows into the street. Boys sprint across pavements and climb; men vault over fences in time for news to reach ears. "¡Ya vienen!" Excitement and fear. The rattling of cow bells and galloping nears. Men bait and dodge horns and escape through doors and up and over red wooden bars. Sticks beat on the concrete ground and closer, louder, gallops sound. Seconds away – until the last, he side steps into a house; indoors, apart, he runs through the foyer and up the stairs around a corner with long strides too fast to follow. She chooses left and sings soprano when doors won't budge and        it                       crashes                                        in. She turns and the fear is paralysing. "FERMIN!" "FERMIN!" "FERMIN!" He hurdles the stairs and explodes but it rams her to and fro, thrashing her head against the wall where horns sin and gore cement and brick. He clasps the tail and heaves its hide from side to side as hooves smash crates of wine - they slip and slide in fractured glass; he finds a horn and yanks the head! He's yanked instead near dead before the men arrive down stairs to punch and kick it; strike and stick it smack and hit it; 'til it fits and quits and flees the foyer, fast and frantic, flying flustered by the frenzy, finally finding pattering paves it peters off down the street. "¿Que ha pasado?   ¿Quien ha sido?   ¡El Balbotin   y la Chicha!   ¡Que una vaca   les ha pillado!" "¿Estas bien?" Dizzy she's there with searching hands and scolding. "Podria haber sido peor"
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Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 7:09 PM UTC
Fermin el Balbotin
They look out from the terrace. At the borders of sight live rocky hills behind brown and golden and olive crop under a cloudless sky. BANG! An artificial cloud. “Mira,” she points, “Venga!” They fly down stairs, diving like sparrows into the street. Boys sprint across pavements and climb; men vault over fences in time for news to reach ears. "¡Ya vienen!" Excitement and fear. The rattling of cow bells and galloping nears. Men bait and dodge horns and escape through doors and up and over red wooden bars. Sticks beat on the concrete ground and closer, louder, gallops sound. Seconds away – until the last, he side steps into a house; indoors, apart, he runs through the foyer and up the stairs around a corner with long strides too fast to follow. She chooses left and sings soprano when doors won't budge and        it                       crashes                                        in. She turns and the fear is paralysing. "FERMIN!" "FERMIN!" "FERMIN!" He hurdles the stairs and explodes but it rams her to and fro, thrashing her head against the wall where horns sin and gore cement and brick. He clasps the tail and heaves its hide from side to side as hooves smash crates of wine - they slip and slide in fractured glass; he finds a horn and yanks the head! He's yanked instead near dead before the men arrive down stairs to punch and kick it; strike and stick it smack and hit it; 'til it fits and quits and flees the foyer, fast and frantic, flying flustered by the frenzy, finally finding pattering paves it peters off down the street. "¿Que ha pasado?   ¿Quien ha sido?   ¡El Balbotin   y la Chicha!   ¡Que una vaca   les ha pillado!" "¿Estas bien?" Dizzy she's there with searching hands and scolding. "Podria haber sido peor"
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Rolling down St. John's Heritage Highway after Sean, my grandson's birthday party I belt out my pioneer song with vigor echoing across the vast beauty, wide open, sacred spaces pristine vistas Norman Rockwell cows grazing in bygone pastures happily moo along Driving past the yellow deer crossing sign Florida woodlands giddyap near the edge of the road long brown antlers prancing to a timeless rhythm I hope and pray that I can somehow kindle a spark of appreciation in my niece and grandsons so that they may behold the baffling greatness and mystery that is our universe These young'uns are mighty attached to the virtual reality, world and landscape of computer technology A sprinkling of cowboy stars flash an omnipresent wink Sunset bonfire explodes across the frontier horizon Turning the corner onto Emerson Drive smoldering scarlet orange embers reflecting lights shoot fireworks, launch rockets through an ever expanding field of vision
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Sep 2, 2018
Sep 2, 2018 at 1:21 PM UTC
O Heritage Highway
Passionate lover, fluid strokes. Deep inside, ****** moans. ***** thoughts, innocent tone. Rough motion, head explodes. Wet finish, all over her throat. Beautiful kisses, on her toes. Lustful whisper, do so float. Heartful words, I do so devote~ .
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Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 2:14 AM UTC
X. Passion
The concrete jungle. Home of the dreaded concrete beasts Who lie in plain sight for the world to see Crouched in marble ledges, twisted in metal beams Wrapped around handrails, perched in their cemented trees They laugh at those who cannot perceive Because they don’t believe. And who am I, Yes possibly me To find my identity In removing my wooden sword from its sheath Placing it beneath my two shuffled feet To answer the alluring call of the beasts beckoning To my hero’s heart, for my eyes to blink To suddenly see them as they were meant to be. In a world between Real and imaginary. For it is I, Yes I believe it to be Chosen to find my destiny In a single push That propels me Into the path of the snarling beasts Approaching their stairs and rails, ledges and beams Gaps and bumps and ramps with speed And as they stare at me hungrily Opening their mouths expecting me I will stand strong on my wooden sword As the wheels of fire erupt beneath And the scenery blurs in the flash of the rapidity I bend my knees and grit my teeth My eyes narrow and the drum in my chest crescendos its beat A shout explodes from my chest, a primal scream As I press on In the concrete jungle. Home of the dreaded concrete beasts Who quiver in plain sight for the world to see And whimper at the sight of who they now perceive Because I do believe. And it is I, Yes undoubtedly me Who will find my destiny Conquering the concrete jungles of the world unseen Surfing the concrete waves of the world between With my loyal vessel being the wooden sword from the sheath, That remains steady in the face of danger beneath my feet. I am alive In the concrete jungle.
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Nov 19, 2015
Nov 19, 2015 at 12:55 AM UTC
The Concrete Jungle
The concrete jungle. Home of the dreaded concrete beasts Who lie in plain sight for the world to see Crouched in marble ledges, twisted in metal beams Wrapped around handrails, perched in their cemented trees They laugh at those who cannot perceive Because they don’t believe. And who am I, Yes possibly me To find my identity In removing my wooden sword from its sheath Placing it beneath my two shuffled feet To answer the alluring call of the beasts beckoning To my hero’s heart, for my eyes to blink To suddenly see them as they were meant to be. In a world between Real and imaginary. For it is I, Yes I believe it to be Chosen to find my destiny In a single push That propels me Into the path of the snarling beasts Approaching their stairs and rails, ledges and beams Gaps and bumps and ramps with speed And as they stare at me hungrily Opening their mouths expecting me I will stand strong on my wooden sword As the wheels of fire erupt beneath And the scenery blurs in the flash of the rapidity I bend my knees and grit my teeth My eyes narrow and the drum in my chest crescendos its beat A shout explodes from my chest, a primal scream As I press on In the concrete jungle. Home of the dreaded concrete beasts Who quiver in plain sight for the world to see And whimper at the sight of who they now perceive Because I do believe. And it is I, Yes undoubtedly me Who will find my destiny Conquering the concrete jungles of the world unseen Surfing the concrete waves of the world between With my loyal vessel being the wooden sword from the sheath, That remains steady in the face of danger beneath my feet. I am alive In the concrete jungle.
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i lay down and the smell is in the air i search for it your scent possibly amongst the pillows but i can't pinpoint it it fills me maybe like a heroine addicts drug on the contrary feels like the breaking seal of a water vein everything explodes within me all of my thoughts of you my moans of your name hand caressing my body walking downtown and your hardships i can't believe the simple scent of the man i love can bring so much out of me that i can't fall asleep
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May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 3:44 AM UTC
a smell
i want to talk about you to everyone i know i want to shut my mouth and keep you to myself my heart flares up explodes with thoughts of you and i can't catch the words and i can't catch my breath
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Nov 11, 2019
Nov 11, 2019 at 1:45 AM UTC
morning after
I feel an eruption building, inside me. the overwhelming pressure explodes, shooting streams of emotion through me touching places I never knew existed.
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Jan 11, 2023
Jan 11, 2023 at 9:04 AM UTC
Rush
I wear these new scars Because of you With your pin ***** kiss Making my lips burn Your bare bones weaken me so Perhaps we could wipe the dust off I would be gentle and new We hide in the darkness of how we lived I want to heal the brokenness  in my heart Into my veins as the blood explodes As your hand collides with my face again I trying to strive and  find myself some faith Broken and wounded But the seductive whirl I can't seem to purge My heart is dying I feel shamed The ghosts that live in my stomach Try to consume my mind Dazed eyes that can't cry Through fields of regret Wisps of me fly away Not much left to say The whimpers disappear from my lips A quiet poison that captures me Farewell to those whom I admired Farewell blackened eyes Farewell to a broken life I'll have you know I'm finally free
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Sep 12, 2013
Sep 12, 2013 at 11:49 PM UTC
Seductive Whirl
**** it throbs My ***** gets moist. Oh how I wish To get eaten tonight My desire is high my thoughts Array My hopes of pleasure Makes me sway ******* are like fine wine As you start to make me Grind My hips are bucking my back goes arched I start to squirm My *** now explodes My juices now drip down your face You look up at me and say My goddess how I love your taste May I have the honor of pleasuring you in every way Why sure thing my dream guy Oh how I crave your tongue I know you want some Come on do your thing My how I love this game.
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Mar 16, 2017
Mar 16, 2017 at 8:46 PM UTC
IErotica/orgasm
just when the dust settles round my lust and the thud of despair hits bottom just as I flail and swim in this blood-caked,          soulless earth soup of the lost abyss of unbirth   you plunge my wilderness charred with remains from hellfire and we breathe                  halos   our bones lighted sticks, colors rising in angel arcs Your rib cage is open for my tremulous offering as my lips imprint a crimson O upon the earthquake of your chest I am still down with the                            earthworms wrist **** sopped                     by soil arteries, bashed split to the root by verbal hurts in a sliding psyche of oil yet here you are suturing wounds with whiplash kisses saltlick moans in my throat You wrap me in gauze through the imprint of your eyes turn my cuts into fresh brook gaze upon my deepest darkness like goddess worship shrine my **** is a funnel for your whipped light sacrifice ****** prayer skinned to the core all layers exposed your lips slick with the drip of my bliss, deep juice of freshly-caught jungle hum all is bared we stop at nothing paint our tongues with tears adorn the face of death with ripe guava and, as you scream my name into a blown glass whisper my soft fruit falls into the heat of           your palm somewhere in distance a         moon explodes
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Mar 2, 2019
Mar 2, 2019 at 11:42 AM UTC
offering
a desire to know every muscle governing the movements in your face that bring smile from lapsed synapse explodes from my meridians with your name on the lips of every captain to my ships in hopes that my tired thoughts could find a home in a harbor not far from your heart
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Oct 10, 2013
Oct 10, 2013 at 10:43 PM UTC
the cartographer
Tibetan Brimstone butterflies wave wings madly at their paradise valley In the beginning, before the beginning, and in the beginning Their shaken snow globe makes them flutter in wild exuberance As they reveal a mountain, then no mountain, then Kunlun again Peace, followed by chaos, and then by peace Mother Luna's kaleidoscope of enlightenment Protected by the hooded one Holds all worlds and shakes the four seasons Nothingness, creation, abiding, destruction The wheel of time Moves the wind as it’s blown by vast circles of water Aqua marine is washed again by golden earth And in the center, the great opal mountain song of La Nature's peace Beyond white leopard snows, icy winds, and empty husks of death Butterflies are born again Shambhala’s mindful beat opens passage for light through darkness Poets squint and ride on wings toward the hidden sunset kingdom Watching another world's Avalon alive beneath a blue moon Insulated chrysalis of love for all seasons A fisherman, a carpenter, a shepherd, a merchant, a caterpillar Discover a lush, isolated, peach grove Nosing thickly scented nectar and purple primrose honey In the jade valley of the kings, queens, and beggars They meditate under the Bodhi Tree Deep brown ****** lines are carved into their soft olive skin Smooth hands are made rough, and then smooth again Young, then old, and then young once more Wisdom setting beside Queen Spirit Mother of the West Sharing a bowl of her rice milk in harmony Being in the realm between man and nature as Kalachakra turns For six years the caterpillar eats of fig And then the wheel breaks for flight one last time Radiating light as she sheds her glorious wings Here, the snow globe explodes flying petals of wild exuberance Revealing a mountain, then no mountain, then Kunlun again Transcending all, turning tears into the suns joyful rays As they rise, then set, and then rise again Nirvana Beyond our Lost Horizon © 2019 MJL
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Apr 2, 2019
Apr 2, 2019 at 10:01 AM UTC
Valley of the Blue Moon
Tibetan Brimstone butterflies wave wings madly at their paradise valley In the beginning, before the beginning, and in the beginning Their shaken snow globe makes them flutter in wild exuberance As they reveal a mountain, then no mountain, then Kunlun again Peace, followed by chaos, and then by peace Mother Luna's kaleidoscope of enlightenment Protected by the hooded one Holds all worlds and shakes the four seasons Nothingness, creation, abiding, destruction The wheel of time Moves the wind as it’s blown by vast circles of water Aqua marine is washed again by golden earth And in the center, the great opal mountain song of La Nature's peace Beyond white leopard snows, icy winds, and empty husks of death Butterflies are born again Shambhala’s mindful beat opens passage for light through darkness Poets squint and ride on wings toward the hidden sunset kingdom Watching another world's Avalon alive beneath a blue moon Insulated chrysalis of love for all seasons A fisherman, a carpenter, a shepherd, a merchant, a caterpillar Discover a lush, isolated, peach grove Nosing thickly scented nectar and purple primrose honey In the jade valley of the kings, queens, and beggars They meditate under the Bodhi Tree Deep brown ****** lines are carved into their soft olive skin Smooth hands are made rough, and then smooth again Young, then old, and then young once more Wisdom setting beside Queen Spirit Mother of the West Sharing a bowl of her rice milk in harmony Being in the realm between man and nature as Kalachakra turns For six years the caterpillar eats of fig And then the wheel breaks for flight one last time Radiating light as she sheds her glorious wings Here, the snow globe explodes flying petals of wild exuberance Revealing a mountain, then no mountain, then Kunlun again Transcending all, turning tears into the suns joyful rays As they rise, then set, and then rise again Nirvana Beyond our Lost Horizon © 2019 MJL
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The world melts around him, bleeding into swirls of hot, dripping colors. He opens his mouth into a silent scream. His hands squeeze his head, as he tries to block out the apocalypse. He is standing on a bridge as the world collapses around him. He is holding his head to keep the world he knows upright. But it is futile. The sky is falling, his world swallows him. He is struggling to hold on as he screams his silent scream, as two figures in black behind him look on calmly. They are ready for this. They are prepared. They just stand there waiting. As the sky explodes. As the man is screaming. As the colors melt into sticky goo. They just stand there waiting.
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Jul 2, 2015
Jul 2, 2015 at 4:38 PM UTC
The Scream
A NEW GAME OF BLOCKS AND MINING, I STAND ON A SHORE OF SAND. I LIKE IT; IT DOESN'T GET IN MY SQAURE FEET. I LOOK THROUGH PIXAL EYES AROUND AT MY SURROUNDINGS; THERE'S AN OCEAN OF UNMOVING BLUE, A MOUNTAIN OF STONE AND CAVES BEYOND A FOREST OF BUMPY GREEN. I THEN TURN AND THEN, I SMACK A TREE WITH MY SQUARE HAND. I EXPECT PAIN BUT THERE IS NONE AND THE RESULT IS A TINY BLOCK OF DARK WOOD FLOATING A GAP IN THE TREE IT ONCE FILLED. I STEP FORWARD TO COLLECT IT, BUT IT FLIES TOWARD ME AND INTO ME; I WILL IT TO APPEAR IN MY HAND AND IT DOES. MY EYES GROW BIGGER AND MY BLOCKY SMILE GROWS BIGGER THAN THE PIXELS THAT MAKE UP MY FACE. I RUN AROUND, COLLECTING WOOD AND LAUGHING WITH A CRAZED FACE. AS I CATCH MY BREATH, I NOTICE IT'D GETTING DARK AND I TURN TO SEE A HORRIBLE FACE OF GREEN AND I HEAR A HISSING NOISE. I CAN ONLY CRY OUT AS THE THING EXPLODES, WITH A SICKING EXPLOSION AND A LOOK ON MY CUBE HEAD THAT SAYS “F*** YOU, CREEPER!”
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Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 3:53 PM UTC
GETTING WOOD: A Minecraft Poem
Tsunamis start at Sea As wind from a butterfly's wings The draft drifts gently into water building, building, building slowly as it grows onward out forever an epic journey that goes untold until one day - It explodes
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Sep 13, 2013
Sep 13, 2013 at 3:07 PM UTC
Tsunamis
My heart explodes My soul it bleeds Tears of blood Streaming endlessly The numbness spreads The world so cold The walls they close Around this hell Trapping me in Its cruel embrace The sun won't shine The flowers won't bloom The life that was Now cold and bleak The path behind A chasm so vast No turning back Those dreams now lost The path before No escape I see From this fate I chose That smothers me I fight, I scream I fall, I cry No words can heal No compassion just I fight to live I refuse to die But come what may Come what might My soul still bleeds My soul still wilts Killing me slowly From deep within Until some day My hopes fulfilled To see the sun return and my soul revived The tears will cease And my soul will shine If only that day Would Be here now
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Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 1:12 PM UTC
Bleeding Soul
the dark approaches as if it is an ineluctable storm created by thoughts falling like dominoes or explodes into existence in a breath detonated by a word innocently spoken an eclipse constructed of your fears like locusts eating all the light with hooks and claws they grasp the air pulling it up from your lungs fighting blind against attacks from every side weapons fall from your trembling grasp I still see you dimly, enveloped in despair you no longer see me at all I have become a phantom, intangible dispersed into powerless anguish by your terror my voice is only a murmur to you a far-off echo, indistinct defenses and barriers you have labored on transform into spun glass latticework shattering through them without knowing shards left embedded in your skin stumbling blindly in the darkness you are swallowed whole into the void once more you are ripped away imprisoned in the Stygian, pitiless hole the emptiness turns its gaze to me mocking laughter blisters my flesh I can only wait and call to you how long till you return to me
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Sep 17, 2018
Sep 17, 2018 at 10:36 PM UTC
Tormented
Floating by Going through the motions So little time left No point in a change now how much longer 'til my head explodes? A few days could push my limit Hollow-out feeling increasing every minute Never-ending out of body experience Eating me alive One bite at a time
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Jun 24, 2015
Jun 24, 2015 at 11:09 AM UTC
Senioritis
my heart explodes with joy as I flutter my wings I will never fly as gracefully or as long as the other birds but when I am in the air even for a moment I feel free my broken wings lift me up to where I do not know, but somewhere etched in my heart a strange thing happened when I started singing songs of gratitude for learning to fly with broken wings other birds with broken wings started to gather around me sharing their experience and hopes I am free as my heart sings joyfully my own hopes and dreams as I share my experience to help another bird with broken wings to journey a little closer to the place etched in their hearts and somehow I am exactly where I am supposed to be flying with broken wings
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Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 8:58 AM UTC
learning to fly with broken wings
' make haste' she urges, as they clamber to the peak. an orange sun violently explodes, **  culminating in mindblowing  fire works.**
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Feb 25, 2012
Feb 25, 2012 at 1:18 AM UTC
an ascend to the peak
Little child, be not afraid The rain pounds harsh against the glass Like an unwanted stranger There is no danger I am here tonight Little child Be not afraid Though thunder explodes And lightning flash Illuminates your tearstained face I am here tonight And someday you'll know That nature is so This same rain that draws you near me Falls on rivers and land And forests and sand Makes the beautiful world that you see In the morning Little child Be not afraid The storm clouds mask your beloved moon And its candlelight beams Still keep pleasant dreams I am here tonight Little child Be not afraid The wind makes creatures of our trees And the branches to hands They're not real, understand And I am here tonight And someday you'll know That nature is so This same rain that draws you near me Falls on rivers and land And forest and sand Makes the beautiful world that you see In the morning For you know, once even I Was a little child And I was afraid But a gentle someone always came To dry all my tears Trade sweet sleep the fears And to give a kiss goodnight Well, now I am grown And these years have shown Rain's a part of how life goes But it's dark and it's late So I'll hold you and wait 'til your frightened eyes do close And I hope that you'll know That nature is so This same rain that draws you near me Falls on rivers and land And forests and sand Makes the beautiful world that you see In the morning Everything's fine in the morning The rain will be gone in the morning But I'll still be here in the morning
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May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 9:43 AM UTC
Lullaby for a Stormy Night - Vienna Teng
Little child, be not afraid The rain pounds harsh against the glass Like an unwanted stranger There is no danger I am here tonight Little child Be not afraid Though thunder explodes And lightning flash Illuminates your tearstained face I am here tonight And someday you'll know That nature is so This same rain that draws you near me Falls on rivers and land And forests and sand Makes the beautiful world that you see In the morning Little child Be not afraid The storm clouds mask your beloved moon And its candlelight beams Still keep pleasant dreams I am here tonight Little child Be not afraid The wind makes creatures of our trees And the branches to hands They're not real, understand And I am here tonight And someday you'll know That nature is so This same rain that draws you near me Falls on rivers and land And forest and sand Makes the beautiful world that you see In the morning For you know, once even I Was a little child And I was afraid But a gentle someone always came To dry all my tears Trade sweet sleep the fears And to give a kiss goodnight Well, now I am grown And these years have shown Rain's a part of how life goes But it's dark and it's late So I'll hold you and wait 'til your frightened eyes do close And I hope that you'll know That nature is so This same rain that draws you near me Falls on rivers and land And forests and sand Makes the beautiful world that you see In the morning Everything's fine in the morning The rain will be gone in the morning But I'll still be here in the morning
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