listen
what are we doing,
with blindfolds over our eyes?
believing everything we hear.
but listen,
listen close,
in-between those pretty,Â
made-up words.
august 14, 2019
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listen
what are we doing,
with blindfolds over our eyes?
believing everything we hear.
but listen,
listen close,
in-between those pretty,Â
made-up words.
august 14, 2019
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don’t
don’t lose your spark.
don't let that fire to burn out.
don’t lose yourself to dark.
august 13, 2019
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if
if her hair smells like smoke,
and her hands are black with coals,
if her smile feel like sunshine,Â
and you hear words whispered in your head,
if her eyes hold the vastness of galaxies,
and the air around her seems to crack,
then congrats,
you’ve met a witch.
september 2, 2019
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choose
what must die inside,
when walls are closing in?
 august 12, 2019
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eyes
what is it
about those eyes
that sees too deep?
people you meet
time to time.
wisdom pouringÂ
from a single glance
no words,Â
just profoundly powerful gaze.
august 12, 2019
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addiction
something soft grazed my arm,
stopping at the center of my palm.
fingers grabbing mine,
pulling me forward.
prompting me to follow.
i knew that call.
and it wasn’t for my good at all.
the promise of something great
that would soon turn to decay.
slowly killing my fire
and consuming me all.
i no longer believe those softest whispers
of lies that oh.. sounds so good.
and it's hard to resist that pull
of that easy gain.
i shake off those fingers
and step back from temptation,
so delicious, but false at its core.
no longer blind to promises of empty calls.
august 14, 2019
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