SpilledThoughts

Poetic nonsense from a thunder cloud mind. Rhymed and not. Slumbered thoughts from an insomniac head. Secrets, stories and things gone unsaid.

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I want to be drunk. Intoxicated by slumber. I'm sobered with sleeplessness. Please pour liquid dreams down my throat so I can wake up hungover with rest. August 10th 3:15 AM 2015

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To Infinite Slumber

And the stars gathered, Tying knots in silken strings left over from the silver linings of clouds. Working tirelessly their twinkle unfaded. Creating sanctuaries along the galaxy, Soft and safe cocoons for the restless. A place for infinite slumber for those who could never catch it on their own. July 21, 3:23 AM

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But the moon sighed and for a second it's glow twitched as if it were a lightbulb about to lose it's illumination. Then with a second cosmic wind it returned. Full power. All systems go. Ready to radiate life to the tides and breath for the parts of the universe that couldn't. July 14th 2015 8:25 PM

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Cataclysmic

If I crumble into a billion little pieces or crash and burn with my thunderous mind every once in awhile. Please just disregard my momentary lapse of reasoning. For my head is full of things I'd rather forget, And my heart battles with those memories and hasn't healed just yet. I'm a cataclysmic mix of light and dark. I smile and shine like a streak free window on the brightest of sunlit days, But then it rains buckets of torrential shadows and I'll close up shop without a single word to say. I've got an always open neon sign etched on my heart. Ready to listen to any words you'd like to free from their cage, Yet sometimes I choke on my own words and they barely make it to the page. So if I crumble into a billion little pieces or crash and burn with my thunderous mind every once in awhile... Just know I don't want to and I promise I'll be my old self eventually once again. July 9th 2015 3:35 AM

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To Drink The Stars

Pour out a galaxy in my cup. Let me drink the midnight moon and light my soul afire with it's glow. I long to feel the shimmering stars flow through my veins and taste the offerings of wishes known only to the sky. January 15th 2015

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Before They Become Ashes

As if my throat were a fire escape. Words drop to the page seeking refuge from the flames. Bleeding themselves onto the paper in a frenzy to be seen before they burn up in the fiery embers. Using every breath. Coughing themselves up in a tangled chaos. Managing to make sense of madness after almost being scorched alive.

December 23rd 2014

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Monotony for Madness

Violet skies stung with jetliner fuel. Reckless and brave no yellow light caution to adhere to. Just adventure, madness and moonlight. Monotony is stale and so last season. Shaken and stirred is what my cup craves now. February 4, 2015