I wind into to wind outward. We broke each other to build forward. Some say true love hurts while some say it doesn’t. I believe everything hurts and to hurt is to gain. You build from memories, you build from past mistakes. Some errors aren’t quite detrimental as you gain the knowledge to learn past them. It’s up to you how you use that understanding and it’s up to you how you accept to take forth. You dive into the personal to realize the varying layers of yourself with intention to battle the previous which has been built.
May 2020
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The older I get the more I realize things I miss. Eyes, vibrations, touch, scent of memories. We take things for granted because they don’t mean anything in that specific moment. Yet moments build and meanings form, memories create and a soft sadness underlies. However, it’s not sadness, it’s bittersweet and as you grow, you realize to be instead of to take.
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i’m slipping on lies of your mind
your tongue tastes like cheap wine on a cold night
and i’m tangoing in thought
in a dark room with cold pictures
twirling your fingers like your spine against mine
it takes to breathe
it creeps to see
your eyes turn to ease
my knees seem to buckle for thee
and i hate to tell you
how much i cold sin for you
the shadows play in tongues at night
your neck breaks like midnight
and i’m swaying in the background
in a dark twisted picture
this mirrors seem to frost
this is what hell feels like
and i take to breathe
i became to be
i sin for thee
i bask to be under seemingly
my mood twists in night
i wish this was in hindsight
the colors changing
the lines are moving
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i’m lying on ends of night
twisting turns on beds that once felt nice
i kissed the hands of many like wet malachite
and i twirl in and out
taking photos with my mind
i’m lying in a coma and it seems all but right
making lefts to take edges
words and rhythm, wealth seems to be nothing
to tango in the thought of everything
it’s so tempting to be on flight
i twirl in power, but feel no emotion
i talk in tongues because they can’t feel the feeling of this
to understand what this is
and i take no thoughts to bed
it feels like a coma, it’s so dark in here
and i bare the thought to speak
i rhyme in pure poetry
to die like this would be my heaven
to take the feeling of flying
to touch the air would be something
the clock ticks and the corners keep pulling
have you ever fallen asleep in pure hostility?
that’s what this feels like
to break in edges
to break beds
to smash plates at walls
the power to feel it all
but say nothing
i dance in my emotions
a drug to feel something
hidden sentences in paragraphs i said
the humming is all but haunting
words i said did come crushing
yet it was far too long, far too fast
a million miles too stretched
the oceans once spoke
and i listened to everything
