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EarthClouds pass by,
I wounder at their beauty.
The Earth is a wonderous place.
It's full of beauty and wonder.
Snow lays undisturbed all around,
what a glorios sight.
My heart soars at the breathtaking beauty all around me.
The Earth is a wonderous place.
DreamI close my eyes,
I dream of how things were.
I dream of white Christmas'.
I dream of my childhood.
I dream of life before responsiblity.
Then before I know it,
the alarm brings me back.
Back to how things are.
Back to green christmas'.
Back to adulthood.
Back to responsiblity.
Back to reality.
HimHis hand finds mine.
A smile spreads across my face.
I feel light and happy.
My world feels complete.
He looks at me and smiles.
My heart soars.
We start walking,
and nothing else matters.
We reach our destination,
and my heart drops.
We must part now.
He leans down and kisses my cheek.
My heart lifts once more.
As I walk away my heart sinks,
grownded tell I see him once more.
WhirlwindMy life is a whirlwind.
Confliting thoughts and emotions swirl around me.
I can't make sense of them.
I try and fail to grasp them.
I'm traped in the whirlwind.
There's no way out.
I can't please everyone.
I'm traped in the whirlwind.
Someone stop the swirling thoughts.
Stop the whirlwind.
I am an IndividualRandom thoughts flash through my head,
I don't understand the world around me.
Since when did my life fall into a routine?
Why can't I break away?
The world tells me it's wrong to be different.
I don't think so.
I am different.
I broke away from the world.
I am an individual.
I feel trapedI feel traped.
The walls around me feel like a prison.
I feel the weight of invisible chains,
the bind me to a place I don't want to be.
The chains get heavier every time I try to be myself.
Why can't I be free?
Why does my home feel like a prison?
Who will set me free?
I am confusedI look at the world through confused eyes.
Why are people always trying to be better the someone else?
Why are our entire lives a contest?
I am confused.
Why do we only see our faults and not our strengths?
Why can't we just get along?
Why are humans such hipercrits?
Why do I see the world through eyes?
You tell me.
The Spirit of GodThe spirit of God feels so good,
I welcome the feeling of gladness that enters my heart,
as the calmness washes over me, my worries melt away.
I feel invisible arms around me.
I feel his love.
I am a child of God and he loves me.
That knowledge brings me joy.
I enjoy being a daughter of God.
The spirit of God feels so good.
I feelI feel so alone,
where are the loving arms around me?
I feel trapped,
who will let me out of my cage?
I feel confused,
why can't I be who I want to be?
I also feel lucky.
My friends wrap their loving arms around me,
my friends unlock my cage,
my friends let me be who I want to be.
I feel blessed,
to have such amazing friends.
Hey YouHey you.
With the perfect smile,
Even if it hasn't been seen
In a little (or long) while.
I hope you're feeling okay.
And I think you're
Doing really great today;
You are one less day away
From your perfect tomorrow.
To The HeroesJustice?
I'm not sure you know what that means.
To you the very word of "justice" suggests that:
Those who do not comply are simply targets to be broken.
Those who do not agree with you, must always be denied.
Those who have the greatest freedom are chained and made to kneel.
And those who choose to fight are labeled 'incarnates of evil'.
Doesn't it all sound a little familiar?
I think it does...
So tell me, oh great hero,
Having fought monsters like me for so many years...
How does it feel to have finally become one?
Stormy nightPouring rain
Just another night
In this sad existence
The rain feels refreshing
The darkness is comforting
And they bring a smile
To my melancholic face
I am one with the night
One with the storm
Standing under the streetlight
Waiting for life to happen
Capturing CreativityBe still.
A timid bird, poetry lurks
beneath your freckled skin,
the rustle of ruffled feathers
hidden in the poundings
of your predator heart.
In quiet moments,
you can hear the chirrups
of her breathing,
stone-heavy words tumbling
between the cliffs of your ribs.
Coax her gently
with ink stained fingertips
and rhyme-tangled tongue.
The Last GiftGod traces the letters on tombstones, fondly
remembering the deceased’s first steps
into His house. When He closed
the gates of Eden, the whole world
became a cemetery: the untouched garden
a hospital waiting room, overflowing
with flowers to be arranged
upon funeral wreaths, waiting for Him
to bestow His last gift.
your perfume tastes like shitit was love
that made me pull
the poison rose,
but no longer will
i allow myself to lie
in the shallow coffin
of your body,
no longer will my veins
stretch to compensate
for your insatiable need.
you are fresh cancer
in my cross-infected heart,
but honey i'll pull you out
with my own damn fingers
if it means saving myself.
time quantum egresswe bury our hearts
in the heavy glow of the horizon,
the electric hum of the New Moon
digging through the skull
we wander stateless, eyes blankly set
in dispassion. lost souls of a lost time
dragging wire-shells and pale furnaces
and we have outlived our selves.
basic human anatomywe're composed of half a cage
which holds the organ that
was intended for pumping blood,
but really dictates our feelings,
and a three pound glob
pushes words out so fast
it's a wonder our whole
existence depends on it.
then there's the necklace of
vertebrae, held together with
the most sacred thread
in the world; one snip, and
the beads fall off and shatter.
the space between your legs
is the real cradle of humanity.
of course, there's the prepackaged
set of guts you receive
with one easy payment of a life.
you don't hear many poems about
the kidneys or pancreas, but
they deserve as much credit
as the romanticized heart and lungs.
hey newton, gravity's flawedi.
starting anew from the flutter
and the sputter of lungs.
a vacant sea filled with feathers
and tumultuous clatter,
ribs in a treacherous pattern
resembling exiting rungs.
i want to wrestle the angels,
your tendency is the ladder.
involved with full indiscretion,
trading lazy for lace.
unspool the curse of the long-
limbs in a languorous flexion
i like the stab of the ankles,
you need the curves intersected.
opting to cull my extents
with trans-dimensional vigor.
spent my dysphoric corrections
on reconnecting lax ends.
lips in a spurious accent
feign a passionate rigor.
i tie myself to the anchor,
you extricate and ascend.
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