Candlelight

I wish I was elsewhere,

a place where butterflies seem to float on their own without a care in the world,

I wish I was to be as busy as a beautiful bee,

Lovely,

to know meaning in just who

Therefore what,

I am,

I wish to know bliss as well as if I was ignorant,

as well as if I was in love.

To know true morality without having to guilt myself to be,

I wish the grass was greener on the other side,

to then realize all over again that perspective had me tied by the hand and twirled into living…Thrown to the world,

Used to

Mentally exhausting

Never-ending pattern

Always sending signals

A love that lasts forever

Bored of monogamy?

Bored of dictionaries?

A lust that lasts tomorrow…

My patience flicked my eye…

The blink of an eye…

The pain that comes after…

What isn’t expected?

What Language

Scary to learn how to love,

Like learning how to swim…

Too afraid to drown,

Loving isn’t swimming,

It’s normal to fear to be brought down.

Looking into your own face,

Looking for your own fate,

It’s easy to lose yourself,

It’s easy to find yourself,

What’s hard is patience…

Raging thoughts seem to never calm,

But each step I take is in my palm…

I grasp to learn…

How to ignite…

With love I’d choose to never fight…

Learning how to love,

Like learning how to breathe…

Try learning how to live..

The Ugly Truth

So mean,

So funny,

So harsh,

Sound so rude…

You never beat around the bush.

Honorable,

Honest,

Holy…

Sometimes memories are held on to…

It seems all good things come to a halt at some point when there’s too much of you…

I think the realest concepts accept that they aren’t always attractive…

That itself is beautiful.

I’ll choose to follow you…

So,

Not Philosophy…

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I just want to go home,

Worse than being alone,

I can’t even find my home,

My heart searches and finds you and I feel thrown,

To the wall and I feel so small…

Thrown to the wall,

Stretched too thin,

To think…

I once missed mom.

I wanted to go to a house…

Family changes.

I miss home.

I’ll make my own…

Til then…

I’ll try to pick up…

I’ve been thrown.

 

Learning how to swim

Walking down memory lane

I start to jog…

Rushing through thoughts

Letting my mind spill

It’s beautiful secrets…

My legs couldn’t hold…

My hands gripped forward as I sat driving through fiery meadows

Feeling ever so lively…

How do we hold on while on the highway to personal hell?

No one can tell how a mental fortess becomes a personal temple…

Keeping personal tempo as I let the car grow wings…

Soaring through the dreamiest skies…

Gliding possibilities…

Positives and negatives do their best to balance life…

Good and Bad/More complicated than that…

Gray meets world/World meets personality,

It’s always nice to meet new,

Few become many,

More fish in the sea…

The soul is the counselor…

The mind doesn’t always need to guide…

Not as simple as a car,

But I am the one who drives.

Pumpernickel

Death’s Grasp:

As loose as my legs after the toughest day,

I say…

Hold me tight…

She lets go,

Yet,

I feel my heart squeeze…

Choking on emotions…

To think life was firm was my vaguest mistake,

Memory upon memory…

I can’t remember taste…

Flood the oven it’s too cold in here…

I missed you…

Living “Right”?

Now,

What can that mean?

When Death gets ahold

It might matter if something is left…

Flour and flower.

Bread on Earth.

Bred by Earth,

It might be sour though…

What’s there?

Life around the corner?

Infinite corners…

Existing is part of reality…

Opposing view

One sip from this cup,

Too much,

Too bitter,

Too little sweetness,

Too soon.

Counting time spent,

While spending time,

Eating away at funds,

BUT,

“Once day I’ll have fun!”,

“Let’s go out today!”

Today is unfortunately our last.

Tomorrow is too much…

Don’t make me drink…

This BURNING ALCOHOLIC drink….

My throat hurts…

I can’t speak on life,

For that takes up too much time…

How can I keep spending something I can’t ever keep?

One more sip,

One more day,

This I pray…

This I live.

Us

My Air,

My Water,

My only food for thought,

I can’t be without you,

I can’t breathe without you,

My healthy addiction,

My heart’s full attraction…

Attention is only on you,

When I’m with you…

There’s nothing without you…

Yeah,

Sure,

There’s me….

But who am I?

I’m just me without you…

Let’s party I’m dead

What you need is what you really want,

Can’t sit down to breathe,

Cause all we do is Really Want…

Talk to me?

Well sweet pea,

I close my eyes and picture world without being forced to hate,

World without the really wanting of wanting us to go away…

Societal being…

Can we not be social?

Let’s reinvent the stigma and choose to care instead of really want to pretend to.

The world isn’t my cup of tea…

Let’s have some tea while I pass on.

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