Sometimes we forget to live. Sometimes we forget to breathe. It's okay to let go of the vision of "sanity" and hiccup when you breathe, or die a little inside, because it will always come back to you in a sense. Everything will come back; whether it be now or later, a dog is still a dog, a sign is still a sign. You, however, will never remain you. You sprout into this beautiful creation of a figure that appears like a figment of my imagination, yet you're so real, it almost hurts to glance at you. Such beauty in one form? No, not nonsense, but aesthetic; sapiosexuality. So, of course we all die inside..good or bad. In whatever end that appears to be yours, it will soon lead up to the beginning of a new development. A new creation, not by a God, but by such a heavy lustful force, intoxication I must say.
S.L.C. 2014.
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raw emotion.
ŞiirA collection of poems I have written dated from high school to present. A lot of these are controversial writings, pieces that are too sensitive for today's society, for many to grasp and carry. Some of these are extremely personal and real life wri...
