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Daylight 4U2C Apr 2015
There's a thought that crosses through and by,
to evaporate up to the sky,
fetal posistion and eyelids kissed,
wisped away softly with the mist.
Rune amergin Feb 2010
want to know whats worse than being "owned" by someone? knowing that at
any
given
momen
tthat very same person can disown you.
relationships arnt a secruety blanke
ttheyre a tightrope
and im afraid of hights.
why in the world would i want to be in that posistion
to frolick after
one person
out of the BILLIONS of different people
but why would i want to frolick
after anyone?i have myself, my art, my own world
that i love
why should anyone else have the self proclaimed
rightto share my world with me?i dont want to be
that girl
on a mans arm
i dont want to belong to
to have to rely on
anyone.
i dont want someone elses feelings
that responsibility
weighing medown
down
down
into the guilty depths below that tightrope.
J May 2016
Getting out of bed is so hard
with such a heavy head
I drag myself into sitting posistion
groggy, already tired by the time I stand up
I'm through with feeling like my footsteps mean nothing
to anyone around me '

I used to shame validation from anyone else
for my own importance
but my ego is starving
and I am laying in bed without a purpose or a reason to be here

A heavy head
that is empty
holds me down
in a way I do not understand
I cleared it of all the bad but still it weighs
me
down
three word title
you knit me


what posistion
has
an
garment in hand


before sewn

less my memory
be
turned
from stone
from what rock
seas been thown
answering
questions
from the great


unknown
what be known by the palms
of
my
hand
turn
from
me
the wrath of man


see me blind in this field
raise me
may
my
spirit
yield

from here to there
find me neath
the
willows


less once again
my soul be drown
in
poetry

this scaled vision
spit
an
mud
release


was it spit
that


made me



see



answer me




did that dirt teach me
to breath
oh great
oh mighty
oh mighty poet

who are you
why must you suffer
into me
one
line
after
another

your cycle for insanity
what has it brought you
he aswers
in
silence


run run run
run you
coward
"sinister"
what
is
this
poluttion

must you crowd me
with your
double
vision
you
change
every line
what have you
letter to self
letter
to
self


what coward
what knock
on
the
door


through the chaos
through nothing
at
all
lead me
back to
you




as
on
my
knees
we crawl
strip this
man
from me


you knit me
?
thought this up
sent it to
some
one
they didn use them words

uhm

kinda felt like an "poem"prayer
we don't remember stuff afterwards
most
of
the
time
...
..
.

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