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listen

Stop. Look around.

      Pause.      Just for a second.

 Can you see what I see?

   A faint memory in the doorway    a bed readily made.

Wood from an age distant to this thought, or is it?

 Reflecting not only in thought. Accessing, Stationed.    Held? Why.

Vision, to some. Walk with me?      Oh, dear.....

Shame n insulting.... can I?             time breathless.    Rose. Illusionary __

Unmistakingly, kind to humans.          Achievement                           Satisfaction                    Sensory.

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Stop. Look around.

      Pause.      Just for a second.

 Can you see what I see?

   A faint memory in the doorway    a bed readily made.

Wood from an age distant to this thought, or is it?

 Reflecting not only in thought. Accessing, Stationed.    Held? Why.

Vision, to some. Walk with me?      Oh, dear.....

Shame n insulting.... can I?             time breathless.    Rose. Illusionary __

Unmistakingly, kind to humans.          Achievement                           Satisfaction                    Sensory.

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Goodbye

you lie.

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why must you insist on it being true

your lies dive inside of me 

like the ocean knows no blue

you persist on a happy ending 

while fancying the new 

when work comes to play 

you try the other shoe 

i know what youre doing, 

and i know who you’re with. 

you cant draw blood from a stone 

we cant love from myth. 

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Truth.

9 times out of 10

whirls of empty promises 

flood the gates of new

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Life is a process. 

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time will tell

How do I love so much, with no one person to receive? 

How do I love so much, with what feels like an emptiness in me?

How do I love so much, when most just set me free?

I guess it’s the way it goes. I have love, and the world, foes.

One of a kind, surely not. 

My heart just reaches out to most, ignoring the stomp. 

Crash and bruised, I guess thats how it works out. 

My scars are beautiful, without a doubt. 

I keep on pushing, not wavering in the wait. 

One by one, moments build, and I come closer to fate. 

My life, a journey. 

One of a million miles. 

My heart, an existence, beyond a trait given from DNA files. 

complex, and rather different. to most, not enough. 

not enough time, i mean. 

to see my diamond in the rough. 

tehe, i giggle. and skip along my way. 

for it is not up to me, to detour you from decay. 

it is only from my weakness, that I have found a piece of strength. 

if you need to set them free, just follow up my ray. 

one demon goes the length in distance, while i am planted in the ground. 

a tree has many rings for life, and to that life we’re never bound. 

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i guess

I’m strong enough to know I’m weak

wise enough to know my strength

brave enough to admit it was love

and knowing i did not have to lie or exaggerate who you are or what you’ve done to move on is humbling.

truth lies in the reality, and reality mustn't be fractured. 

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breaking inches

lets just for a second act like you dont exist 

like you dont have a trap hidden between your lips

speaking in forms of untold myths

thinking thats all you do to expose your last wits

lets act like for a moment you arent some sad sob story

like you actually live for a purpose and give someone else the true glory

like you actually know humility crumbled inside your agility

not stealing from open souls just filling your own tranquility

lets just for one minute sit and pray for the truth

for all the demons to flee and you just be you

but then there is nothing but a sad small existence

running away from every moment of missed out repentence

not even to a god or a gnome at that

just simply inside you and your baseball cap

not that you wear one or even look your best

because every hair you claim is growing climbs back into your chest

truth be told, your lacking true existence, your very name screams from the distance

wandering into the hills arms open wide

just trying to find safety even if its only tonight

hold your hand out, ill be the cradle,

 beyond anything you could ever bring to the table 

pause just for a moment and become stable

transform beyond the glory and endless small fable. 

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letting go is the only option now. goodbye and farewell

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be forgotten please, 

just go away

the thoughts 

the memories

the false hopes

the laughter

the candid photos 

only remembered by me

please be gone now. 

i cant take this anymore

and i honestly hate the thought of you

ugh. 

goodbye

i cant. 

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if i were to post my drafts and keep my posts private, im sure we would be dancing to another song. 

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I MISS YOU!!!!!!!!!!!???!!

your best best is to block all contact  with me after this

for i swear you’ve never known me so empty

goodbye

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are you out there

she craves the wilderness existing within her very soul, begging to be unleashed, awaiting the prime moment for it to be released

 she desires a misguided attitude, the one that comes from ignorance, 

she wishes for darkness of lost souls to surround her while they all discover the unspoken light, dancing in the moon, crying in the rain, singing to the wind, following the day.

 unbountiful misbelief following those who she is supposed to “belong” all the while, her heart cries for her tribe of elephants, dancers, and wild ones who know her song, a gypy soul, a wreckless heart, her truth is someone’s unfailing art, 

sorrow floats, her craving is nothing more than a desperation for releasing the fear that they hung around her neck so young, telling her to be nothing and she would be safe, 

she craves the dark alley way 

not for the danger but for the existence of quiet beauty

of far away lands, 

she wants to dream in a world of several untold stories 

listening and becoming each one

she craves a different identity than what they’ve stamped her with

she longs for her soul to be released without the judgement of others clouding each experience

she hates the loud mouths that ruin the introverted experience,

she craves you my darling, a figment of her imagianation, although somewhere deep inside she knows its more than a dream, ‘

maybe thats the part of her that has lost touch with reality,

she has not a worry if that is the case

for she knows what she wants

and she knows where she belongs

and most around her know it too

but the difference is, 

you keep her wild

while they try and tame her

as she dreams day and night

letting reality crumble

her heart beats fast 

her body tenses

and then splashes away back into her dream land where only the two of you lay

pitiful, her folks say, courageous the ones who still sit in fear admire, insanity the blind sit in judgement

all the while she is dancing in her own jungle awaiting the sight of an unheard melody streaming your hearts back as one

she longs to scream and shout and let out all of the terror she has held in

then passionately make love to you over and over again as if she knows nothing better 

laughter on the road with smoke bombing her sight, and wanting nothing more than to hold you through the night

unapoligetically real my dear, her soul, innocent, clean as each new rain drop in a thunder storm, yet  knows her past

by her intelligence most question if that is the case, but i will tell you she has been so many places, not many of freedom, to where she has created her own innocence within a cage she was placed in  

and if she has forgiven 

she holds no stain

for her heart is pure and motives deep

simply, she craves to share an existence with another 

that is untouchable by any who wonder, by any who hate, 

by any who walk this planet without a clue

she longs to be alone

with the company of another old soul 

one who has the same wonder 

deep in each and every bone. 

she craves to be with you. 

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“I desire very little, but the things I do consume me.” Beau Taplin

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hopeless romantic

can i just be real? the reality of this process is a steal. i feel at a loss for words, a loss for instinct, because it hurts. i just want to wrap up my head with the sound of my insides, get lost for the day and maybe even get high. if it were my book, our past would only be the hook, we would grab our own existence, reveal our deepest missions, chase away the night, holding eachother for dear life. see it is you who is my passion, a love i will never  fathom, wanting only to imagine. my heart goes round and round, letting the truths become a sound, while im sure youve left the train, i keep dancing in the rain, moonlight wishing you to take my pain. emotions harassed her, some say its life getting faster. i will wait for the whisper unleashing 

this 

   beautiful 

           disaster