The blood is darkening
Pools of sangria and poignant blades of grass surround
Breezes kiss and depart
Thus is the reduced bird’s state
Words are just words
Lives are just lives
Remedies are found and unachievable
Reaching is only for those who can fly
Flying is the only aspiration
Forgetting how was effortless
Languid is the appearance
The appearance is ill fated
Ill fate is a hole and many birds with broken wings will fall
Drawing out is possible
Is it required?
Is it sought after?
Seek liberation and fly again
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
For Me
Water, do not stop for me
Water, stay clear not for me
Water, warm from the sun not for me
Breeze, pass through the grasses not for me
Breeze, cool the earth not for me
Breeze, kiss their faces not for me
Heart, love them not for me
Heart, shower them in sweet scenes of bliss not for me
Heart, calm their souls not for me
Heaven, keep bright not for me
Heaven, take all not for me
Heaven, bare all not for me
Water, stay clear not for me
Water, warm from the sun not for me
Breeze, pass through the grasses not for me
Breeze, cool the earth not for me
Breeze, kiss their faces not for me
Heart, love them not for me
Heart, shower them in sweet scenes of bliss not for me
Heart, calm their souls not for me
Heaven, keep bright not for me
Heaven, take all not for me
Heaven, bare all not for me
Thousands
She has only done this thousands of times
Painted herself with the colors of pale blues browns and deep purples
When will the bruises fade?
When will it go away?
She has only done this thousands of times
Filled herself with the anxiety and self loathing
When will the bruises fade?
When will it go away?
She has only done this thousands of times
Verbalized unworthy routes and verbs into actions
When will the bruises fade?
When will it go away?
Now covered in the stretches and bubbles she has bestowed upon herself,
She must move
She must break the cycle
She must stick with the agreement
She has only done this thousands of times
Attempted to fit in the shadow that has been traced
When will she reach transparent features?
When will she have the splendor she is seeking?
Painted herself with the colors of pale blues browns and deep purples
When will the bruises fade?
When will it go away?
She has only done this thousands of times
Filled herself with the anxiety and self loathing
When will the bruises fade?
When will it go away?
She has only done this thousands of times
Verbalized unworthy routes and verbs into actions
When will the bruises fade?
When will it go away?
Now covered in the stretches and bubbles she has bestowed upon herself,
She must move
She must break the cycle
She must stick with the agreement
She has only done this thousands of times
Attempted to fit in the shadow that has been traced
When will she reach transparent features?
When will she have the splendor she is seeking?
Day Break
Come day break I will be no more
I will have already been lost in the darkness
For the darkness has swallowed me whole
Come day break there will be no sound
The sounds have already been lost in the darkness
For the darkness is silencing
Come day break i will be no more
Silenced by breathlessness
No more to be heard
No more to be seen
Devoured and purged into the never ending darkness
I will have already been lost in the darkness
For the darkness has swallowed me whole
Come day break there will be no sound
The sounds have already been lost in the darkness
For the darkness is silencing
Come day break i will be no more
Silenced by breathlessness
No more to be heard
No more to be seen
Devoured and purged into the never ending darkness
Blossoms
Blossoms adore the Rain
The Rain enjoys nurturing the Blossoms
Blossoms desiccate to have Rain
Wither
Admit you care for the rain.
Admit it!
This is why you dry up
Oh you destructive fool!
Why must the Blossoms know not?
Only to dabble in the work of the evil sweltering sun
Blossoms have but a few days to live
The Blossoms have been taught
Train yourself!
Learn from the heat
Learn from the Rain
Learn from your own blossoms
Blossoms must learn to hurt
Blossoms must learn to live
The Rain enjoys nurturing the Blossoms
Blossoms desiccate to have Rain
Wither
Admit you care for the rain.
Admit it!
This is why you dry up
Oh you destructive fool!
Why must the Blossoms know not?
Only to dabble in the work of the evil sweltering sun
Blossoms have but a few days to live
The Blossoms have been taught
Train yourself!
Learn from the heat
Learn from the Rain
Learn from your own blossoms
Blossoms must learn to hurt
Blossoms must learn to live
Find You
Matthew 7:8
“For everyone who asks receives; he who seeks finds; and to him who knocks, the door will be opened.”
Something we strive for
Something we long for
Something we hope for
Those we know and those we don’t will somehow become one
Perceive the wisdom
Perceive the sanctity
Perceive the yearning
Those we know and those we don’t will somehow become one
Celebrate the rush
Celebrate the sighs
Celebrate the meager
Those we know and those we don’t will somehow become one
“For everyone who asks receives; he who seeks finds; and to him who knocks, the door will be opened.”
Something we strive for
Something we long for
Something we hope for
Those we know and those we don’t will somehow become one
Perceive the wisdom
Perceive the sanctity
Perceive the yearning
Those we know and those we don’t will somehow become one
Celebrate the rush
Celebrate the sighs
Celebrate the meager
Those we know and those we don’t will somehow become one
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