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Untitled #4

Certainty like an iron curtain interwoven with gossimer thread

I create with deliberance this tie to you

not what you said,

or the expectation of something I read

but spinning the belief of what must ultimately be true

overlaying the embroidery inside my head

Where you choose without hesitation

the cessation of doubt like the deep blue

of a summer wave, none left unsaid

Time is unkind and without defeat

I know that love is a two-way street

that belief does not always outwardly repeat

maybe one runs on the path lovers meet

while the other walks

Anticipation

Does this make my wishes for the future untrue?

Submission to doubt, words misconstrue

the problems with me do not lie with you

Though time is unkind, through it I learn

our linear nature, growth happens in turns

there's so many bridges ignorance burns

Walk through the stream

skip stones if you must

but never forget that love lay in trust

and trust lay in time, though time is unkind

what is may never be the tapestry of the mind

and words may never reflect what you mean

if you use words at all

if you abuse words by not using them

or refuse words to inspire doubt because passion is mystery

like starving a lion of its natural cuisine

Deliberation

Forcing the will into manifestation

so that affections are viewed with magnification

Am I impatient? Will the dissipation

of fear come announced with edification?

Does love abolish my fear's justification?

Or am I trapped by time, the base interception

of running and walking remaining the same

so when we meet, the pace at which you love me

wouldn't have mattered anyway

I would love you without needing to restrain

myself and you would know what to say

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Untiled #2

Subsume your desires into expectations set by another Death is a compromise for the weary, defined by the multitude of voices from which life takes inspiration Such loneliness for the wavering heart too weak to power its own ideals so small it doesn't feel real separated into parts favoring what others refine unmarked in the well-trodden path of departation. Echo and build upon the progress of lost souls until you too become human

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Untitled #1.5

I want to live life without regret as if my whole body is a vessel for the happiness of the moment as if anticipating the future is not natural as if the past does not cause my kneejerk reaction to the pain of safety as if safety itself is a concept I can trust

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Untitled #1

Heartsickness interwoven with vibrance in a tapestry of wickedness Tumult in ultramarine, like an ocean breaking inside the skull with the persistence of Athena I've been through this irrationality, hope peeking in through the tendrils of a feather seeping in through dispair- "it'll never get better Forever is not us together It'll be something we're unable to weather" It'll come like the strike of a tack onto leather and the warmth will withdraw the tenuous tether of what was expected unaffected by time and waning in thickness Release. Cease the anticipation of not living in peace. Bequeath to the self a pinch of relief for the audacity that powers the ego through grief. The cycle repeats I've been through this, again recognize with bravado the timidity ensconced like the seed of an avocado. False strength with a false name, cloying like hanging humidity, breathless and annoying. Safety is not only external Love may not be eternal- except when it is- except when you get as good as you give Accept you may love as long as you live with hope that persistence is not just internal resist, and break just enough to forgive yourself, and the cycle will halt for your happiness or resolve with your growth by your own insistence. Can one pierce through the circle of doubt? is my heart a lantern- fierce and without resistance for change, a flame of subsistence glistening in carmine like the liver of Prometheus with the strength to defeat the eagle and bring fire to man I have been through this, but I know that I can exist with the permanence of stone upon land withstanding adaptively to present demands a reminder that heartache eventually goes.

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