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Breathe Easy
its hard to pinpoint how i feel at any given moment, and to be honest, i dont know if i want to. If i were to tap into this black hole i am sure i would come undone. Feelings dont exist outside the matrix of ourselves so theses 0s and these 1′s are merely idiomatic expressions. no true translations. feelings just move through you and alter every sense we have come to rely on....and then, sits quietly, inconspicuous, in the shadows having a hearty laugh at our confusion’s expense. Why must feelings consume us so. Like water, we treed ontop just high enough to breathe in life. this is how we know we are alive. While we flail tiresomely the only relief we look forward to is the quasi deep breathes, those moments when we can feel air expand our lungs, circulate through our bloodstream,pass by our beating hearts, and invigorate our brain. All of this, ironically, is feeling, yet it feels so different.
The difference between meditation and suffocation.
between living and survival....
between peace and chaos-
all would be within one breathe.
Temporary safe haven
Closed palms and open hearts We lied. And then lied beneath the stars with dreamy eyes and fiery hearts. For a second we thought we saw a comet And for that second it almost wasnt a lie That second felt real It was, it was air. And we couldnt get enough of it For that second, we inhaled parts of each other until we became and then...we came As far from where we were as any set of wanderers With bags and no place to put them. Do we keep moving? Or do we find a home within this second?
Don't you wish we could run away?
Never surrender your light!
Whats inside of you,dear, holds the light of the universe. They like to say its nothing but blackness out there but its all a lie. They fail to account for the stars. We've seen blackness. The type of unapologetic dark that eyelids are made of; it spreads as wide as pupils can cover until faces are indistinguable. Yes we have all seen black. Where depression enjoys a chaotic slumber on the bed you made and axiety sits curled up in a ball with an insatiable appetite for light; not one single person is a stranger to the darkness. But I must say... when the blackness arise, however enticing, I must urge you to never surrender your light, because whats inside of you, dear, holds the light of the universe. And so much depends on this.
I literally reblogg shit just to remind myself to do something...thats all. Sorry
Poetry Riot / Prose Riot Prompt (Week Sixty) - 9/22 - 9/27
In addition to poetry and prose, we’d like to see some blackout poetry. The prompt for this week is:
under the waves
Tag your work with poetryriotprompt and make some reference to the prompt. Pieces that do not use the prompt will not be reblogged or included in the recap. Good luck and have fun!
Love is insanity Call me crazy and tighten the straps On my strait jacket so that we don’t Come undone. People are so scared to show Who they are to others So Turn off the lights. And Fuck what your therapists says, He doesn’t know you anyway.
- love is insanity; Hattress Barbour III
Welcome to New York City
My nyc hasn’t been too good to me She sections me off in back alley streets Under low light and static from tvs My nyc ain’t all its cracked up to be
My nyc hasn’t been to good to me She abandoned my dreams prematurely. She built a fortress around me ignoring the fact I was caged in.
No my nyc is no walk in central park It’s more of a jog through 125th and lexington. With feelings of anguish and crimes that noone witnesses.
My nyc doesn’t go by manhatten, or east harlem, or west harlem, or any other gentrified criteria. My nyc doesn’t mix well like oil.
My nyc goes by hood, slums, projects, hell…..but even there God exists.
My nyc is much different than the tourist attraction in those there papers I wonder if they ever visited my nyc, would they be so eager to stay, or would they want to leave. Honestly I wouldn’t blame them in either case.
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no one coulda reblogged this a month ago when i spent 500
Work is going super slow. Either that or im just extremely too effecient today .
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Facilitating a bus trip to the 20th anniversary of the million man march. Your donations are greatly appreciated! If you want to also go we have a limited amount of seats still available so contact myself or @ordinaryq . Our goal is 3000 dollars to cover the bus rental for the day and also food for 40 plus children. Lets make this an awesome experience for our kids! Link in bio!
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