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They walked down the aisle
To be rebirthed on the birth bed of holy matrimony
Come, taste the world with me
Time wears bright call
For plain value
Chasing down seconds for centuries
Night and day
New and old
I yearn for how life loves to love
On the bridge of experience
Every fine day blooming by the tick
On golden bough he once sat astride
That leafen face, green dark-eyed
Midwinter sprites once danced in white
Pending return of the warming light
Once the rebirth of all nature’s gifts
I kept telling myself I was over you
That I was done writing about you
Or thinking about you
Or talking about you
But here I am
Six months later and I still feel guilty for letting your name grace my tongue
Crimson beams alluring to a new day’s dawn
Natures greeting to a venerable world reborn
Helios again rising banishing darkness away
Reviving Gaia with an effortless coloured array
when the ray hits you
it reminds you of life
not of the current
but of life at its source
it brings up the issues
from inside your bones
and beneath your skin
interrupting hibernation
She stared into the sky above her with a fire in her eyes
Days, weeks, months had passed since that day
After hours sat by a window watching the rain floating heavy to the ground
Like the sound of distant coughing
the masks of people’s courage fail
and we flail in amongst our daydreaming fears
the tears of beast we don’t normally acknowledge
The great mighty ocean,
The deep blue sea,
Nature’s bounty,
Timeless you be....
The giver of life,
The salt of the earth,
Time passes by and darkness begins to descend. But still the trees will not bend, the darkness creeps ever closer and brings the crisp cold air, yet the trees do not bend. The air gets colder as we all get older, here the first leaves fall.
Below this ground lies the infinite ocean graveyard
The seas overtaking boundless promises
Left for the tides to discard
Waves washing away titanium tiles
She lived in deep watersWhere someone once sleptHer breath ran out Waiting to be found"Life is short," she said.before her flesh fell into the ground She is in your gardenSoundly sleeping
From the tales of ancient prophecy
The rivers run to eternity without end
The destiny of all things certain
A return to the same place in time
the Earth once asked its lover
what are humans made of?
same as you
replied the Girl
explain
said the Earth
i have iron in my blood,
oxygen in my lungs,
and salt in my tears,
Feather light touches,
blink and they’re gone.
I used to watch flowers in the early Spring bloom,
unfurling the curl of their petals in a yawn
When I stopped shielding my eyes
From my first heartbreak
Came rebirth in
Sensuality
Everywhere
X followed
And then came
The air becomes dry
and the wind stops mewling
familiar hymns that I stopped singing
So that I may talk to you
The sun just rose in lost connection,
Please undo the times we have held onto believe,
False hope, dreams, and expectation.
I'm just glad those two came out alive,
In due time, it's overwhelming inside.
Shadows churning and spiralling
Words endlessly applying themselves to paper
A written goodbye
So many times written before
Yet here again the same words written
You lay there depleted, all hope diminished.
Your goal in sight, never to be finished.
Alone with not a single savior,
Is the everlasting sense of failure
A gnashing cruelty and an
unfading whine like
A VCR spilled over with vase-water,
Keeps the shadowed part of me
Beating;
It is not a reflection of the
Upbringing that
I am a caricature of a whisper
My breath tries and fails to stand on its’ own
Not daring to speak my truth
The only escape through the pages I am named for
Claiming sadness to be all your own
Your only comfort in life, the sorrow you've known.
Could anyone know the tear as well as you?
Be seduced by the pain, as it cuts your heart in two?
To Whom it May Concern,
I hope this letter finds you alive and well,
because at least that would make one of us.
Dear Now,
I could start this out by saying "Hello,"
But I think we both know it would go a little bit more like (sigh) "Hello... again."
Dear past self,
_____________1______________
I should probably let you know I sent an arrow flying into my mindHoping it'd find someone cool I could write toBut somehow, it targeted you.
Ash like snowKissing my skin, It fallsThe bitter warmth of the flameThe crack of the light, it dances
In the darkest of nights, I felt alone. I felt only sadness and fear. I felt the pain of the hand that once claimed to love me caress me in places I did not want to be caressed.
You believed in him because
You first met him when you were quixotic and optimistic.
You confused rush for love.
Mercury, Venus, Saturn,
All the planets, the same pattern,
If we listen to their patter,
Our world is bones from their matter.
The Sun has scorched the planes of Mars,
She rubbed her eyes so much
that the dark she saw every
Goddamn
Night
Turned like a frivolous little inchworm
Turned big
Wings
When the clouds block out the sky
I won't forget
There's still a sun, a sky after rain
I'm still
A little flower, letting go
Of what I think I know
Spoken Intro:
“All of a sudden, it’s like you’ve become aware of your own existence, how unwhole you are.
And you’re constantly being reborn...
Again...
And again...
And again...
And again.
Take it easy
Your mind is thin paper held up to the sun
Through it shines colors the eye can’t even see,
But you’re quick to burn too fast...
Be mindful & burn slow...
brokenand I refuse to bealive and energizedbecause who I am issuffering everydayby drowning my sorrows in alcohol,but nothing changeseverything can be overin one small instant
Darkness fills the world around me, trapping me within its confined space that seems never ending.
It tightens itself around me, putting pressure on my chest and compressing down until I feel my lungs on the brim of a burst.
I look into a dark void
shadows surround me,
grasp me into their winding fingers
pulling me in by my hands,
accelerating.
Is the light at the end of the tunnel real?
In the year of
still not our lord
but better known as 2016
I celebrated
I grieved
and was introduced to a newer
High five
high mind
Do I write?
or do I type?
Higher than the sky
my wings will burn
I will d i s p e r s e
like ashes
into the
I hold my breath when you kiss me to stop the rattling of my ribs and the expansion of lungs. So my body remains undisturbed, unless it is touched by you.
Into her torn shoes fell the rocks.
She let them crumble, let herself bleed.
Trudging towards her tryst with trees,
under battered broken branches she
Love can and will
Burn you
Begins in sparks
Ends with ashes
Yet for the lucky
Instead of ashes
Instead of burning out
They come to find
They are phoenixes
And do not partake
As I shot into eternity, "I" died.
I, who is only familiar to me, obliterated and forgotten.
This was it. This... was.
Bright, forgiving light, showered upon my existence.
Bathed in Glory, I was reborn.
To illustrate the Spring,
And focus on the innocence of bright new leaves
Which cover a fresh landscape...
Is ignorance on my part--
To say that infantile flowers are so opaque as to mask
Like a misty, ocean morning,
smokey blue
pale enough to be grey,
cobalt towards the western cliffs.
A fisherman sets out in the early chill
with a fire lit lamp.
It's glow shocking life into
- I will leave this Earth by wrestling the Sun
If I am to be destroyed.
build up my grandeur higher than the tallest mountaintops.
Let Zeus himself look up and marvel at my glory.
The smallest golden seed fell from the tallest tree
And the forest came alive.
The healthiest patch of soil caught the smallest golden seed
And the forest sighed.
When do the lessons of fiction
come and play into reality?
Why does nonfiction become affliction
and government becomes arbituary?
ORDER! ORDER! ORDER!
They'll scream until they're blue.
First the mud was dredged from the reeded river
by the potter’s boy
who slid his hands in the cool sludge and made his friends with the wet earth.
In the studio, the inert mass waited to be yanked off in chunks, to be shaped by adroit hands –
like...
One white kid in the whole neighborhood
All my friends spoke Spanish but still I knew the truth
That every one of us wants the same exact thing
To find a safe haven and to have a family
This rage does not subside
it only ignites me
kept on a tight leash
i'll find a way
try to oppress what what I feel
I know what i feel everyday
try to work me like a dog
Can you feel it? Can you feel that Change?
I can feel it blowing our way.
Can you see it? Can you see this new day?
I can hear it calling our name.
Change is coming down.
Change is coming now.
I learned long ago how to be strong; to hide my fragile heart.No one knew all the while, I was broken from the start.
Lost in desperation, I am constantly searching for inspiration,
Seeking motivation, I need a little persuation to keep me in the mindset I was rasied in.
As I look in the mirror I'm staring at the enemy,
Scattered feathers and wings
Litter the ground in small piles of forlorn flight
Discarded plumage thrown down
Melting into the grass
Shifting into mud
Becoming one with the ground it once defied
The words fell
Like stars from the sky,
Like rain
A heavenly blessing upon a dried earth,
Onto broken hearts,
Revitalizing,
Bringing them back.
Hear the beat:
Ba-bum, ba-bum...
Steps echo against a darkness
Whispers of souls lost too
Raising my head towards destiny
Feeling the sensation of gratification
The flames overtake this body
For now I am free
Now I can be
Take my hand feel the warmth emitting from the sand
as ashes burn I will learn not to break
Fragile soul, what more could be at stake?
Oh dear one, don't abandon me
Oh dear one, hear my prayer
Follow me
Through this dance of conformity
Copy my movements
Add them to your list of improvements
Your sickness cannot frighten me away
Acceptance is child’s play
I’ll give you the antidote
I am like the phoenix.
When I burn, I burn with passion.
I engulf in pain and sorrowful
lessons that twist the flames
in a cyclone of
radiant, red, rotating fire.
The hard way.
And so we disembark into the crowded hall-ways
piranhas dead on our heels
it hurts but we shuffle on, what for other choice is there?
Day to day, with pieces cut out
The bitter salt fermenting in our lungs
Before I beginI must say this story is filled with an abundant amount of sinIntertwined with remarkable appearanceI repaint this canvas to enhance itsAdherenceFor my thoughtsSadly for heThe creator
I mourn not the death of a loved one.Rather, I mourn the death of an unforgiven being.She was, and always will be, a stanger.She rests in a pit
Father remember.
Remember the shady fern-banks,
How we ran in childish awe
Of canopy’s cathedral
And the birch in its ranks,
Ran to see like a curious fawn.
Father remember.
I stand as a shadow among millions of face, my voice is silenced by the echoing river of voices a like. "break free from the drowning"; I scream from the inside, then one day from a blank page, the worlds ears became my canvas.
Worship without focusIs simply a blissful ruckusI can stand before the throne of GodEyes glazed over, I stand a fraudHe will not allow me to stand like this longHe desires my whole, for me to sing HIS song
Everyone dreams of growing up
With memories of when you drank from a sippy cup
Places you've dreamed of going
Expressing yourself because you're already glowing
I want to be free
People may say
The comforting warmth of the sun,
The coolness and flow of a forest spring,
The crisp cold air of twilight,
And the golden reveal of the dawn.
The miracle of the vessel womb,
The inspring wonder of the flame,
I never thought much of my poems
The silly little things I would scribble in my notebook during class
While my Calc teacher would give me numbers to ponder
My mind would always stray to words
Every time I look around
I see you and me
Standing tall and proud
This Country the land of the free and home of the brave
Soldiers fight day and night, so we can be free
Where else where you rather be
-I live a new life now, its with Christ now, no matter how my background went down, my intent now is to live alright now, the wrongs that i write down, insight to fight the wrong so they live right now, im talking right now, im talking bout the ki
Sometimes, things are bad for me,
age has nothing to do
emotions are real, very real.
strong enough to guide me to the bathroom
where I sit contemplating the very nerve of my exsistance.
I don't need to live.
I was lost
But now I am found
I was weak
But now I am strong
I never knew who "me" was
Until I found "me" written all over my notebooks
Written all over me.
Night confronted her adversary,
intrepid,
a face of darkness dancing among the stars that brightened it.
There he stood,
undaunted,
head blazing with the fires of Hell.
Don't think I'm an angel
I've had my share of fuck ups and then some
The old chink in my armor is still there
I only come here seeking peace,
And I only come here seeking me.
I was stuck in my own mind
I’m caught in a whirlwind of fire,
The fire is what terrifies as well as soothes me
This whirlwind is a creation of my love, hate, and desire
Origin, the sweetest of roses,
Sometimes it’s not the act that gets us.
It’s the reaction that hit us.
It’s the pain that we can’t explain.
Using solvents to erase our brains.
Going to and from not knowing which is which.
All I know is that I wanted her whole heartedly.
So entirely that I felt each ache deep within myself.
The sound of her voice washed over me—
like a little kid I watched in awe.
Encircled by an icy perfection
desiring spring to rise and thaw
yearning strictly buckled down
our passions mustn’t gain control
As the clouds get bigger and darker
I feel my heart starting to beat faster
The thundering makes the whole world shake
I wish these walls would just break
Let the rain in; let it fall down on my cheek…
Rebirth is my name,
the act of resurrection.
Many think it pointless
but my name helps define me
rebirth is who i am,
for it has already begun
