Maybe id be fine without you.. @mayiroam - Tumblr Blog

Just when the known becomes undone before the hull As a mast unto the rest. Treasure in the sky. A whisper on the wind. Here we go as it comes back again. Inspiration strikes the book Though the match wont light again.. Another solid note left for everyone Anything feels gold to the one who whims The early bird wins again. Never fire whithout cold No solice with out the wind. Catch the gleam as gold. Collect it while it sends; As it's apathy runs old. Whither it while i mend. Time is for the bold. Yet too subtle to pretend. And as the memories unfold, use it for what it is. Some how my intuitions' gaining friends. You know that sound.. As it comes back around to fall at foot. Your tale is tall beyond what comprehension can undergo. Tell no one; but what of that friend. Youre not weak. Youre not daft. But you know that somethings come as hindering and of anchor. Choose wisely before you move into the abyss. This is your time. Shine with it.

Never wake a man while he dreams

Sudden sound sending smoke signals toward vacant apathy. Pretending signal seeming so strong. Yet sound as stone. Somewhere tight seams bound below. Your feelings seen as aloud to grow. Only who's feelings are aloud to show. Keep in, it quietly but always loud. Its never too late you know. Know you can always leave room for you, you know. Never the same. Never to low. Not on your level, that's already known. And so what if of what so? Should i have to be the one? Should you always have to blow? By now you must understand.. You just can't control the flow. Trust truly among the living.. Because none left living have lost its glow. You can undermine the leaving By simply last with love while go. If you penetrate the living At a cost to keep it to the low At a pace that keeps on keeping giving You can manage some how somewhere on your own. So theres something best bet in believing And that your ready can take ahold Consume and breath to the deceiving And as to the deceived into their hole. Shadow fall is for tainted heaving Hollow faint and and for the fall Chain and plot for endless ceiling Painted thoughts thrown to the wall Just keep your face against the wall. You know you cant contain the willing With all your wrought to feel control Carry bond before conceal and Capture credit with out the stow. Contrite. Always away a waving, to keep the consciousness up close. Your conscious came with claim as heeling, while kept too, to stop this breaking hull. For when you have that "sink in feeling" Fading fate proceeding, reveals its lows.. Peeling back wild all will receeding Face to face; full fortatude a go. So nevermind what you beneath me Or hold a high, that you choose to sow. Theres never time for you completely Dont fall behind the "give and go" Chew to the rinde unto their kneel Feed fuel to fire and come through in soul. Just keep your face theirs; there, pinned against the wall..

mayiroam

The Here and the Now in Forever

Lets talk about the future; better the moment passing as we collapse and rebirth in premeditated spontaneity. Beyond and from afar.. And far from beyond. An eternal Mind idling toward endless ether of drifting. Archaic; Say disused??

Descendants from our star, Sun. Mother to ancestry uniquely unequal to the unascertained. And Sister, our moon. And our many Brothers, Sisters, and Acquaintanceships with our secret visitors from time to time.. All transcending to our view, a glimpse of frequency into an chaotic infinite and a shroud of Unknown. Convening compassion through their kinship and becomings.

But who the fuck are We?

Made of molecules and DNA bound together in unfathomable formations, in unison built of immensely intricate conformations, that remain unique to any. More such pieces then that which we understand to exist in our entire universal spacing. Our consciousness suspiciously wandering for a glimpse or specter of What may actually be. Obliviously plunged physically towards an inevitable demise. Condensed into a form forced by and unimaginable force. And suppose that we hadn’t awakened, or been given a presence at all? I propose that we understand what we know through bond experiences. A compound chemical process, poised as a point of existence amongst an empty void. Just part of a cosmic collision. We’ve been damaged by what arrogance we divaricate, as we struggle, but “Not without turmoil” So from no bottom before this, there is creation of an existence, that is far from foretold. Before you get caught up in distance remember as each, it is this moment that you hold now.

The original draft, dear Elizabeth.

The rules of the road.

#1.knowledge. Seek it. #2.wisdom. When yah know, yah know. #3.good. Use it.

Nothin but a bunch of mindless ramble. That won that we all know. Accept the faultered failure. That appears from far below. As epic as this tale is, the story is already know. If you look you can see the savior, standing in the road. Calling out the names and, the time of ends death row. That failure always vacant, some would sodomise hair growth. Theres never better placement, then the crevice that doesnt show. Playing petty games can keep one entertained, for so long. Its when you play them for their pain. Then the sorrow sound will grow. Inthe echos, found like frozen rain, or like laughter through the cause. Its like memories, that drain you because theres some you shouldnt know. So long for what you claim, ‘cause what you take you think you know. It the effergetic( i made that ☝ up.) frame work youll be forever lost because, “you wont”

You should write more

Happy valentines day, Elizabeth

Yah..this is still a thing...

devinesavage

Trainwreck

You’re something crazy But i like it. Just when i needed some excitement.. Because i know there’s nothing like this, You see me even when I’m blinded..

I cant imagine what she see’s..

Well, You know i kinda like it. When you take it all inside and, You know there’s nothing like this.. Its just so damn inviting..

If everything is what you need.. Then everything is overrated..

The biting The bleeding The bullshit The beating When everything is so frustrating.

The changes The choices The focus The feeding so You don’t feel so complicated

There’s something Receding Beneath us Deceiving Believing in the over rated

I know that You need it The rhyme and The reasons When everyone is so complacent

So you dont feel so complicated

I'm learning that when love Wants to stay it will stay And i'm learning that when Love wants to go it will go I planted a tree for everytime I wanted to kiss you. I built a forest waiting for you. And for like shadow it graced but never stayed. Imploding and flourishing Like summer days Soft like haze. Never having it But breathing in the comfort of the unknown. "Hey how are you" Straight up. Think without thinking.

Itmakeitallbeautifulbaby

Where? Are You? Will You be? And are you free? Is it there inside you? Digging deeper beyond what You find Please come out to me. I need You here. Still i try You’re there Somewhere.

A hollow that grows While it distinctively deep…depends A healing from these wholes. No regret or forgoten details Just a dedicate…delicate, a pace, one more.

Careless to carress and badger freely Must you know Above Asleep. Hollow (sound asleep above) And hollow, yet Unknowingly.

Until it’s found, there will never be a home. It’s not a show I’m never shallow, just the toll.

And like a fart in the wind, She is gone...

Those eyes.. They looked up at me, and I could see the pain beneath them. I knew. I’ve seen it all. The hurt that endures, and the love that couldn’t die. I’ve been there before.. For it is through these eyes, a thousand tears and stories pour out. No words need be spoken though. The same reasons that you keep your hopes alive, are the same reasons that bring you down. Killing you slowly. Through the changing seasons, day in and day out. A passion that you lust for, a reason to feel loved. You reach out to touch it, to grasp for it, but it escapes your fingers. It leaves you in an empty shell, longing for something precious; something worth feeling. In your dreams while you slumber, and your hopes when you awake. Searching endlessly. Drifting beyond your comfort, opening yourself to a vulnerable, desolate void only to find a vacant heart. Your soul bleeds, spilling wants and needs in to a waste basin of hopelessness. Run off oceans of vast winding rivers And constant chasm and carapace of infinite retreat, that have not yet to surface. No light can reach the depths in to which you fall..

But there is hope. Illumination from the heart of one that cares. An emotion that shares this pain between the fringe. The never ending endeavor that consumes, can create something stronger than what devours you. An insatiable constant that takes control. You deserve better. To confide in the familiar. And you will find it. Beside you always. Know, that while you river, you never have look far. With those eyes…

At least in my dreams...

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