“Hold on darling for this confused feeling is a familiar one.”
— The snake and the tail (via composingmywords)
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“Branched out chaotic hope. It grew wild so it had to be trimmed.”
— Wild Flowers in your Heart. (via composingmywords)
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“Love Me Love Me Love Me”
— l o v e - six Word Story (via composingmywords)
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“I constantly wonder what kind of future we would of had if we tried…”
— Always thinking. (via composingmywords)
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“And what is a flower without its petals but a bare man left without skin. They didn’t know they were cutting me off and cutting me thin. I’m left to feel bone crush against screens that know more than they need to know.”
— The Phone in my Neck (via composingmywords)
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“He knew not to say love”
— Online (via composingmywords)
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“Why don’t they matter to you?”
— is that me? (via composingmywords)
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“I crave attention in endless circles”
— Season (via composingmywords)
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Lost in ink
Lost in clouds
Lost in words
Lost in eyes
Lost in being lost
Lost in being here
Lost in being
Lost in
Loss.
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Loneliness is an anchor
between the words
Crowds flood around
moving with
darting eyes
but each glace
seemed to last minutes
He who waited on the
sand finding it
hard to breathe
the air
endless sand and sea
now pavement
Moving to Reality .1
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The buildings eyes were bright
even as the world sleeps.
he was afraid to be eaten
side walk benches held yesterday
as forgotten sweaters, notes or
forgettable words to husks of food
and things that would take
years to decay.
What was it to decay?
He brandished tears
only seeing one man who
poured smoke from his mouth
holding a dying cigarette.
The roads are veins
beaming light reflecting
the stars as if it all was a mirror
showing what man could make.
Do you have a cigarette?
The man asked unnoticing the
stream of tears.
The cigarette dark spear
dazzling in lights at the tip
burning away
the smoke weaving around.
"No."
A shame I guess
all good things come to
an end.
The quiet
smothered thought
and dried the tears.
The sun arrived smothering
the world with warmth and a new
light giving a face to the man
buying cigarettes.
He waits for the night.
Moving to Reality .2
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Pits of green across
the pit stop for
the car.
Action figures lay
bare, done in by love and far
they fought hard
through dirt via
hands trying to confront
growing pains
They sit at the edge of
the driveway with
a skinned knee from
yesterday
the kids are
simulated sounds
in the distance
because if you pretend
to not hear something
do you really hear it?
The gutters
collected water
polluted by soap, forgotten
leaves like floating boats,
evergreen conifers to
sticks that seemed to come from
nowhere.
Dirt caked on hands
folding in
words from school.
Worries of the future
on the edge
beaming into
passing water.
The breeze
gently held
tears that rolled into
the small, small river.
Growing Up.
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The rise of the sun
is a gentle reminder
the world goes on
Another Morning
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We want to be bound to
the eyes that caught us like nets.
We want to be fucked into oblivion
until our scribbled words become sentences again.
We want to be set free with a love we can’t
seem to grasp alone lost in a pleasure
that is a biological itch to satisfy.
We chase ourselves until we are lost calling
out our own name.
Tell me who I am
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If you ask me none of this really means anything and at the same time it means everything.
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I forget how time is limited in the presence
of people becoming ghosts.
One day I'll become a
ghost too.
Ghosts
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I forget how time is limited in the presence
of people becoming ghosts.
One day I’ll become a ghost too.
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