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I’ll lead you to the pool
Undress you for your somber dive
Bid you prayers and warnings
Love on my breath, our lips
And you dip beneath the stillness
All beings
All surviving
All with a desire to live
Take a hold of life by the reins
And watch it all change
Realize that the ability to just be is not the ability to be living
.
In my gut, i have a secret i would posit.
Thus, i leant from a book of lies and truth.
Its premiers will induce to sell you.
Inside is where its revealed, not around in case you are down.
.
Some people just don't understand
ME
For who I am...
For who I want to be...
To them I'm just an
INCONSIDERATE
HUMAN BEING
And I just don't understand why...
But oh! maybe I do...
“It’s okay.”
I can still feel it.
The way your lips touched mine.
Without meaning.
Without feelings.
I missed them.
to you, a year from now-
when climbing up the lighthouse stairs
you must always consider the pawn.
all the puppets placed for a someday, whale
To You
To be someone without fear
is to be someone without life
So much to believe in,
yet nothing to follow through the darkness,
not even a light
Be someone who needs, not wants
The clock ticks past midnight
Text lines my pages
Black ink runs, smearing them
But I ignore it
Blue ink stains my hands
But I ignore it
Suffering is a part of life, and I say
But sometimes I just wish the suffering would go away
Pain seems so useless, its purpose is so hard to find
When I'm in pain I'm often abrupt, rude & unkind
My friend, foreshadowing, was telling my future.
Picture a fortune teller. Speaking with her mind, hands and such amazing creation of sound, her words were confident.
She was confident.
But, please, please do not.
I am the river
and you are the channel;
Your deep pathways laid into existence
are ones I flow in, naively.
I am the observer
and you are the painting;
Your sunken earth eyes look at me
Don't ask me if I want to be X.
I will be what I desire.
If I wanted to be a boy,
Don't you think I would be?
If I wanted to be a musician,
Then that wouldn't be a mystery.
If I wanted to be skinny
A human being, sentient and breathing, cannot truly live without seeing.
If eyes are windows to the soul, then all you know comes through your pupils.
But count the eyes first.
Two mirrors standAdjacent, opposedStaring into the infinityThey strive to approach
BecomingBut never being
The meaning of identity
is having a close similarity
affinity
identifying oneself
to another
idea.
To be
or not
is no the same
you see
to be
means
A day of joy was for all
From the past days of toils
A happy day it was for him
Seeing her and shake handsin fear
Joy others had
Parading parades with screams
It is not in my mouth
As I expel warm life into the cold brass
And feel it move through the neck to the bell
It is not in my fingers
As they move over the keys
In rapid succession
Radiance emitted from beyond
this cage,
made palpable through a hole
tiny in size,
seemed to quell my rage
fear let assauge,
curiosity continuing to rise I set off to
Curtains are drawn at night,
To shield our fragile minds
From obscurities
Mute outside.
Half are opaque,
Half are translucent.
Variety feeds the filters
Is it possible to be, simply, black and white in this kaleidoscope world of colors?
Is it possible to be, simply, one low note while others are scales, trills, and melodies?
Days,
Weeks,
Months,
They pass.
And I wait.
I wait on you.
I wait on a FaceTime,
A call,
Some word.
But you don't call.
You don't FaceTime,
You send no word.
If the universe in its entirety is composed of all possibilities existing at once Then who is to say
I love my big nose and big lips: nubian features; my blemishes and acne marks.
I love my nappy roots; the 4-5 hours it takes to tame my mane.
I reflect. I dream. I speak. I desire.
How does it even compare? A broken heart? A summer's day? They are all the same.
We wander. We drift. We run. We crave.
Being the First.
I remember the long summer nights the most.
The sweet scent of Juniper floating among the breeze.
The croaks of toads and chirps of crickets filling the silence.
The traitors of the past were never washed away
They have procreated and created the haters of today
They continue to feed of negativity
And deter you from accomplishing any relative impossibility
Friends, what are friends?
the ones that stick by your side
the ones that are real
Friends, what are friends?
the ones that will never leave you alone
the ones that will come to your funeral, when you're gone
Who peers
out
the window waiting in fear for
A moment?
A moment that confirms eternity- inferno or haven
Afraid you'll never be,
More than you wish to be.
Thoughts stand against you.
Toil with your emotions.
'To be or not to be'
Rings in your head.
Society stalks me,
A spectre of the REM world,
Like Krueger…it creeps up on me,
Only this time…I know I won’t wake up.
My life is a terrible secret, trapped inside Pandora’s Box.
All my things jumbled
because the mind is not:
and I’ve nothing to reference,
so am I truly me?
A person is as good as their inner image. One should never be judged for the way that they look. Every individual has the right to be looked at by their talents, and the way they treat others.
Mental manipulations manipulate your mind, while you are a sitting empty crack.
A treasured wrapper, unwrapped and tossed after being sucked of whatever treasures you have inside.
Spread like thick mist of perpetual darkness,
The harbinger, the evil, the snake, mischievous. Slithers.
Spreads the black cloud of human error across the deep souls of mortal man.
~man of the hour
i waited way too long
met women that should be strong
but he left and did her wrong
but baby here i am
the man of the hour
the one to give you power
you see, im here however
A moment
A moment shared
I saw you in that moment
We saw
A moment shared
A feeling
A glance
A man sitting at the bus stop
I passed him
I saw him
To find yourself in that moment
I have a vivid memory.
It's not black, darkness, emptiness,
but instead, a total lack thereof,
devoid of anything.
I can't perceive how alone I am, if at all.
Something is watching me.
You hear the waves pounding on the rocks... You know if you get caught in it you'll die immediately but there's no going back.
There are a lot of people that Fear what they don't know,
The questions then turn into aggressions leaving them stuck in a hatred zone.
Why must people fear the original and the different?
