What you chose to hide is a choice. What you keep from the world is a choice. There are decisions to be made and your choices will matter. Trust will be built or dishonesty and manipulation will be sown. You will hide things without even realizing it. In this way… we are all artists. It’s…
I close my eyes And I can see Landscapes That collide Then break free Just to bounce Again together Over and over Happy to feel The collision Each time more Anticipated Each time more Satisfying Each time more All there is
I’ve written A thousand Beautiful words Played inside Wordy poems Teasing Hundreds Of lines Of prose From my soul Crying out A thousand Verses worth Of joyful tears Only to be Left erasing Every letter Ever written Because No matter How I line Them up Or how each Character Is arranged No matter The rhythm…
They lie static without Tethered to wanting Refraining from light The length grows wide And steps grow dark As they run into eyes That can’t see anymore As they slump under And fall into holes That were never dug Just born from life Having been betrayed Where revenge lurks And storms grow Into electrical impulses
The curve winds around Like a snake that slithers Underneath my veins I can’t feel the motion Or understand why It’s wrapping itself Around my everyday But it’s dragging me From my focus And pulling me From my slumber Waiting inside my joints Trying to convince me It’s all hopeless
I don’t write much anymore. I haven’t needed to. I started my blog years ago as a way of releasing the voices in my head that had grown so loud I couldn’t trust reality anymore. These voices played havoc on my relationships and nearly cost me my life. At the time I had a friendship…
I can’t keep up Though I step up And throw down Every single second I’m struggling Just to show up Trying not to give up And people keep Speaking and screaming And I keep on Dodging the words That they keep on Spitting up But I’m scared dude Mother fucking Full of fear accrued Amplified…
She sat wondering what he saw in her She wasn’t the colorful person anymore The one that laughed louder than most Danced until her legs gave way to gravity She wasn’t the girl with the goth hair Or the one wearing the fishnets and heels She wasn’t that girl anymore She was too old, too…
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