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@eonsandechos
(Proto-Khan)
You ever wonder why they call it “falling in love”?
maybe cause you can’t get out?
If your looking for poetry, I've run out of poems,
I may look lonely with these bridges burning but the world was cold.
I am terrified to move, for fear if falling apart.
I can feel your soul, your spirit,
reaching out for mine,
I can feel your voice on the edge of my thoughts..
Like a lullaby I thought I forgot the words to,
I can feel you,
I just can't embrace you.
Painting your pains and placing blame on an opposite face won't change the choices you've made,
but you dont need me to tell you that,
i'm sure its repetitive, missteps playing against eachother like its competitive, no hope in correctiveness,
I guess i can relate,
Got so caught up in running from my suffering that i sometimes forgot about other peoples mindstate, but you know what they say,
One Track Mind,
Its been awhile since I've caught myself wishing i could back track time.
ive been in love with you since the moment we met....and i. cant. seem. to. stop.
(via https://soundcloud.com/protocal-one/space-mix)
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(ProtocalOne)
By Tori Kelner
“I’m not calling you dangerous. I’m just making sure you understand the moral of the story.”
— Brenna Twohy, from Swallowtail
cops boast about how indispensable they are to keeping order, but when the NYPD went on a two week strike in 2015 to protest the dismissal of the cop who killed eric garner, crime rates went down because no one was ticketing poor people and minorities, and violent crime rates (homicide, rape, assault, robbery) decreased as well.
can’t forget the time when the mayor threatened to investigate corruption within the NYPD and thousands of off duty cops swarmed city hall and blocked the Brooklyn bridge and destroyed plenty of property with the full support of the officers on duty. being held accountable is apparently an okay reason to riot, but the murder of Black people is not. abolish the fucking cops.
As a person who connects with chaos,
who harbors in hectic waters,
as someone who is prideful, yet content,
and misunderstood,
I will attempt to remain unshaken by my emotions,
for they are but fragments of myself,
pieces I've given, pieces from hell and heaven,
and so I'm reminded that the bonds I've formed are not so fragile, that they be forgetten when ive drifted from focus...
but sometimes the swelling in my throat that makes me choke on the words I should say,
causing this dismay that seems so hopeless,
am i finally going insane?
or is it mind shattering realization, that i cannot move forward praying for yesterday...
Faces
I'm moving through these melodies,
Dancing with the other side of me,
Every time I display emotion openly,
Dangerous, but I crave to live dangerously,
After all, there is just no escaping me,
So maybe I mentally make these impossible situations,
Just so I can inevitably fail when I have to face them,
and this taught me how to shape shift,
Mix words in makeshift,
hide emotions behind eyes that are faceless,
Whatever it is I can face this,
But I guess that's what they say fate is,
Ha,
Rambling on, staring into vacant spaces
I guess I'm just saving face, sis
Good Intentions.
Some days I only smoke half of my cigarette,
And other's I burn it down to my finger tips,
I can't tell you what makes the difference,
Cause the days don't seem too different,
Atleast not till you get some distance,
Add a little space to a situation there's no telling what you might end up missing,
Just another product of good intentions.
The life I lead, is not the one I was ment to live, and I'm trying not to let it make me bitter.
3chosand3ons.