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Thoughts and Emotions

Folder: 
Mindscapes

 

My thoughts are

Disorganized, 

Shards of broken glass.

 

If I touch them, they will cut me, 

Blood spilling onto the floor, 

Tainting it, making it slick.

 

Or Perhaps rather

They are constantly shifting

Like a cloud in the sky

 

If I touch them, they pass

Through my fingers, out of reach

Where birds fly and wheel.

 

I close my eyes and reach blindly

Deep into the well of my mind,

Grasping desperately for sanity.

 

I surround myself.

 

Darkness explodes into color.

 

Notes flow past, 

Lifting, resonating

Pounding

Through my veins.

 

Thicker than blood,

Faster than clouds.

 

Spreading

Filling

As my soul flies.

 

Stronger than anger

More enduring than love

All the colors of the heart and mind

Fade in comparison.

 

Flaring white-hot spots of 

Brilliance, Blooming into 

Warmth, Cooling the mind, 

Easing pain and fatigue.

 

All the world is music.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Personal philosophy, 

 

Music is emotion, and emotion is music. There is no difference.

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Mortal Angel

Folder: 
Light and Dark

They think I’m an angel

And they’re right, I guess

A fallen being of light

Now just a shadow of former glory

 

I gave my immortality

To the mortal I loved

And she threw it away

Without second thought

 

I can no longer fly

I try to repair these torn off wings

With the broken pieces of wedding rings

 

As the air around me turns to ash

Ashes to ashes and from ash to dust

Is this what mortality is like?

Is this the ravages of time on me?

 

But with my death, I find life

With my mortality, I enter the immortal

 

For Death, is only the beginning.

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Washable Ink.

I'll write your name upon this paper

next to mine in a heart

with forever as a waver

till death do us part

 

Mrs. Insert your name here

that's the way it should've been

your name, now a puddle from tears

written with the ink of a washable pen

 

what happened to the fairy tale

I never did believe

until the day I looked in your blue eyes

and saw what could be

now my dream is just a dream

that will never come true

because a fairy tale won't happen

if there is no you

 

now I spend my nights alone

wishing I was her

and all day I stare at my phone

hoping to see your number

 

that new girl, she's the lucky one

I hope she knows what she has

because for you, I'd give the sun

for one more night in your hands


My Mistake

Folder: 
just notes*

You said everything was ok

I just wanted everything to be alright

why couldn't you just say it wasn't right....

 

you hid everything...everything

why couldn't you just say i wasn't right...

maybe someday i'll get the courage to ask you why...

why did you lie to me?

why play this game...this useless game with my heart...

someday...one day..maybe i'll ask you why...

why drag me down this lonely lane this pointless path....

 

i gave you my all...

maybe that was my mistake...

maybe that was my mistake...

i promise never again will i make this mistake ...

 

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The river

am I nothing but broken bones? is this beating heart nothing but a burden to myself & everyone I meet..?
as I walk through this valley alone..

the shadows become something i've well known.
your eyes, they magnetize.. the fear in my soul is screaming out "lies!"
where should I try to hide..?

the clouds hang above, as the river i'm crossing over continues to flow..
if I were to fall, would anyone ever know? slipping away from it all, even myself..
glancing at these hands, I wonder what would be different if I was somebody else..

 

this forest goes farther than the birds & the trees..
this grass grows taller than below our knees..
my fate is an open wound.. bleeding.. bruised.. cut & used..
where am I going..? what am I to do..?
too many questions within me.. are we all our own worst enemy..?
on the top of this hill, the sunrise & fall reminds me of Gods undying love..
every memory that follows behind is purpose-less..
how could you think you know me better than I know myself?
every word you spew is worthless..

 

dreams are like looking through stained glass..

all different shapes, colors, hues..
why would you want to watch them shatter.. how could it not matter!?
one thing to remember.. don't give your love away, for the sake of saving someone else...

 

path after path, turn upon turn.. we struggle, maybe learn..
I stare into space & wait.. for something, i'll never know exactly what...
ashes have become of these fantasies..
careful not to let the blood of the past stain what is of my today..
dancing around the casualties.. murder my misery.

 

shed a tear for everything that used to be & let it all blow far over me.
if only we could all perfectly mend these wounds..
fragilties of life, scars of death..
the last time you close your eyes... that very last breath..

 

black night sky with stars so electric..
fragrant & soothing, my boat keeps moving..
row, row, drift away..
feet in the dirt but i'm being pulled astray..
the current so strong & winds full force.
the ocean is taking it's course..

 

beneath the misty swamp, stirs disarray..
where Satan's children go to play..
one by one, two by two.. sinking to the bottom.
he's a theif, can't you tell..?
reeking of that evil smell..
naive indeed as you let him feed..
you act as if life has turned you to this bad seed..
fool, you did it to yourself...
why blame someone else?

 

& finally I jump in the river to drown..
reaching out for my savior, not because i'm in danger..
I need to be taken from this earth.. I smile because i'm hurt...
when my feet hit the river floor, i'll close my eyes, & open the doors..
a light shone through, my hope for God was true...
I embrace... soon free... this body was never me.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

7.26-7.27- 2013.

Romatic Tragedy

Gone as fast you came, good riddance right?
What's the point of staying here, 
being here just brings me down. 
Often leaving with out hesitation
Bring all the heat but all you do is smash patience.
Nothing left here but broken hearts and faded out faces. 
Scratching a canvas full of old Images.
We've been here more than once.
Like a tourist destination.
I'd like to escape, sign my resignation
Moving on forward but end up taking two steps back.
Losing my mind here as I keep getting attatched
Sever the bonds and break lose of these chains
Cause once i'm set free
I'll feel happy and free and with out worry
Of having to please you again..
Goodbye

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Hope you can relate...

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Shattered Hearts and broken Dreams

Time has passed on by beyond anyone's control.
The feelings i've felt before enriched my soul.
The boundry-less emotions were overwhelming
Yet no one could say it wasn't a real feeling.
I live today not knowing what coulv've come next, in my heart follows a tinge of reget
A day without knowing what might come next.
Lack of affection, restless nights
What have we become? From what we originated from...

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When Life Gives You Lemons

When life gives you lemons, 
you'll pucker at first; 

but after a while, 

you'll become immune to the flavor. 
 

Who knows,

you may even acquire a taste for them.  

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The Metaphysicist

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2011

She was an aqua butterfly fluttering her iridescent in the frigid winds of the north 

Searching and wandering though she was not lost only to be found.

 

She hugged every morsel of the tree with reverence loving it and becoming it.

 

And she was all thoughtless we had but no mind of our own

But she swore by these paragons of deliberate hatred and what she wanted was to be a perfect memory to every man who was arrogant enough to experience her body.

 

She glittered with desire, breaking so easily, so tarnished, so gone. She was fooled and damp with hatred 

She knew from behind her back that she was nothing of my knowledge. 

 

She terrified me and chilled me to the very nomadic wanderlust of my soul.

And when she was recognized every part of the metaphysical realm came alive.

At two she rose and watched the butterfly fall beneath her waist and flutter

And those who fell broke to the scent of her glittering perfume, and the rubies and roses all became her through the damn wall she used to be me.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

One of the first poems I ever wrote, I was about 13 at the time.

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