Why is passion seen as something dangerous? Drive and ambition scream, "I'll never let go". Stubbornness cannot be controlled, let the fire burn. Time to make a decision, buried up to your neck in symbolism, unable to contract a solid verbal sentence. Wisdom begs of silence, "who will shout for the wounded?" The body, a container of something greater. Complex observation, criminalize anger? Deprived of understanding, let's have a conversation.
Two hours this page has been blank. Seems change isn't coming soon. He killed so many pieces of himself all that's left is the shell of her. Can happiness drown out this feeling? The ego of a mouse. If this is what maturity looks like I don't want to grow up. I want to be able to say "f*ck you" without being an a**hole. Whoever made me upset is the a**hole...but wait, they "made me upset"? No, no I let myself get upset, sh*t this is it I'm passed all the pretense. Cigar to mouth the smoke is oxygen the only escape. Rum my kind of fun, makes you free again. The party is your place to release the tension.
Into a circle, we left behind. I never minded feeling this way. Let this be undone to find angel, sprout all the reasons to smile today. Said they are proud now, I'm a shadow. Faded fiction, faded fiction, faded fiction. She stole the story, hole in lifeboat. Should I shout out now, filling with doubt? Remember hope found, away dark clouds. Willing to keep my breath in this chest. Occupied haunted by no more lies.
I've been invisible for almost a year now. Everyone can still see me...as if nothing is wrong. Stretched out far past elasticity, I'm constantly shaking. Silence doesn't mean fear anymore. I died a long time ago when I choose to stuff down the truth I found. Doubt a swift killer kin to fear froze cold my fire within.
Staring back at the past, so much time elapsed. Show something as a measure of success...How about this smile and the breath in my chest. One quest to chance this dance. Lights on, requires the path to give it meaning. Tell me your name, better yet show me. Be the clashing current, unfamiliar breeze. With intensity insist on doing more tomorrow. Every breath, every second you keep going is an act of faith in something. What's your reason? What are you afraid to leave undone?
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Aperture
PoetryA single soul journeying through existence. Do you like questions more than answers? Poetry is how I process life. This book is a collection of poems over the last six years. So here's a window into my soul, and don't be afraid if you find somethin...
