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You are what words can't describe
Your beauty makes flowers
Your voice makes music
You a rock in my world,
yet so soft like raindrop
You a river that flow in essence and softness
Think you're all that
Grab a girl and plant a kiss
and say you can't help cheating
Here they all come rushing back
This one this one
is mad at you now
cause you went and kissed the new girl
There were 3 jars on the mantel
that gleamed down at me like heavenly orbs
Ashes, Water, and Honey.
Ashes - it was blue, with red dots round the rim -
and a tiny small photo of Henry pinned on front.
I’m 60% water
Every cell in my body is living
For that intricate H2O
I persevere to stretch
My ambitions
To be boundless
Like the water
That sneaks and slides
A hand
desperately craved
twisting and stretching
pulling my strings
Now, in this new land
To sense I’m enslaved
Art;
the (blood rushing through
my veins, painting me with color in this
gray, flavorless world)
ability to
take your brok-
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Look
Listen
Smell
Taste
Touch
Each sense never perfectly replicated
Each experience unique
Because nothing is as it was before
Life
Constantly surprises
Never boring us
You know what I want to hear?
A rape joke
I want to hear you joke about a traumatic experience
I want to hear you joke about my traumatic experience
And when I don't laugh
the first time in my life i ever smelled a stick of incense was at my friend lindseyswe were in the fifth grade and she was my very very very best friendshe watched all the cools eighties movies
I was born 1988
Was this my starting fate?
Right after the Astros harmonic convergence
Does the life journey have some sense?
I am an individual
We are all life fuel
I close my eyes.
I want to see
The canopy of oaks
Dancing together
Swaying
Their mossy branches
Back and forth
To their natural rhythm
I want to smell
I am being transferred into a world of nothingness.
Floating alone and fearless, yet frightened at the same time.
My feet touch nothing.
My body touches nothing.
The nothing surrounds me.
And I realize...
Even when you feel weak, to me you are strong
To lay next to anyone else and breathe in their air
Would feel asphyxiatingly wrong
I am thinking thoughts,
and thoughts are thinking me.
Dreams are drawing lots,
to which one it will be.
Be it will, make what you may,
and I will follow through.
Come the ill, or Death's game play,
I love when our eyes collide,
and the time afterward when the awkwardness subsides,
I gaze into the blaze of your iris
Inside, where truth lies
