Don’t get frustrated
or mad.
Don’t lose your grip
or touch.
Don’t anticipate
or underestimate.
Just do your best
to roll with the punches.
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Words spoken
into my ear
as I wished
from you.
I only wish
you hadn’t
said them
just to
turn away afterwards.
because not only
does it pain me
to never feel
the press
from your lips
but there is anguish
every day
from missing
your eyes.
Sun shower
Rain pours
and falls
on my window
letting me
soak in
the taste of air.
yet the sun follows
behind
as an overseer.
Overcoming
and domineering
the pace at which
water crashes
and connects.
Allowing for
splashes
and reflect
upon time.
Blessed are we
to be betwixt between
instinct and thought
of right and wrong.
Though, remain an angel
as we all evolve
from the city of Gods.
What will you think
once Valhalla remembers me
and gives me the rest
champions
and legends
have earned
from the battles
they have waged.
Will I be enough then?
Create
Several ideas
pass through and out
yet undecided
through trivial
and under minded
or second guessed
notions of belief.
Sometimes the well
has enough water
for the village,
yet goes unused.
Sometimes the well
runs dry for weeks.
Like a weight has been lifted.
Not often enough
does the time ever come
where you get to
dissipate into
the wind.
There aren’t many
times where you can
finally say to yourself,
with eyes closed
and head raised
“It’s over”
followed by the
releasing grip of your hands,
a smiling sigh afterwards.
And you have a lack
of times when
you can feel the breeze soothe
the hair out of your face,
as does prince charming
when he hooks it behind your ear.
When the tension in your back
and pressure in your mind
vanishes — once you’ve
vanquished the shadows.
When the anchor attaching itself
to the apex of your heart
dragging you down,
finally breaks the chain
relieving you to rise above
the fires of hell
that has changed you forever.
I can’t stand it.
I hate watching you
throw your life away
when you inhale,
through the “filter”
that absorbs your life
like a sponge in water.
Exhaling
your body’s defense.
I loathe the sight
of seeing you
waste days away,
along with your youth
when you consume
that “drink”
you’re so thirsty for.
even though
it dries you out anyway.
I understand there isn’t perfection
and we all make choices
but can’t you at least
make the one
which keeps you
around?
With will, there’s a way.
Oh, the maiden
who wears my name
across her tongue
and as an echo
bouncing on the walls
confined inside.
She searches and longs
for the moment of truth.
The truth sought in answers
to mysteries
to your insipidity
to the resonating
dissonance
shaking the foundation
of which your voice
mocks.
There is not solace in me
but rather,
solace I give.
The difference
between us
is not the promises,
we do or do not make
but…whats worth
holding onto
and letting go.
In and out of hell.
Wish you the best
and I’ll be there at the end
for when
you get out
of the hell
and darkness
that you’re in right now.
In your head
in your heart
in your life.
I’ll be
the extending hand
if you need a breath
something for escape
or someone to help
replenish your will.
I understand its a maze
and even if you get lost
just know
the journey counts most
and that it won’t last forever.
There needs to be a class on time management.
Stream of thoughts.
I wish you could feel
just how I do.
Every moment
the stream
of the river
flowing
so lushly.
Though
constantly disrupted
construed
and reconstructed
misused because ill function
something I’m not in love with.
The river which
becomes water falling
into the lake,
must traverse
over and around
the rocks and branches
thrown in it’s path.
The distractions
are a shock
frozen as I lock.
if life fades so in and out
in death does this stop?
Sick again.
The body so weak
What I have now is sleep
I envisioned being strong
whenever I dream.
Slouching in pain
ache
and grogginess
of the plague.
With the world
so flat
and tasteless
flashing brightly
in my face.
Wrapped so protected
heat so kept in.
While my pale skin
hopes
and wishes
for resurrection.
The tightening
of my chest
when air forcefully
makes it way
out.
A taste like sand paper,
an awful motion of swallowing.
a violent sound,
the dreaded noise
and the sloshing
of skin removing
the ooze seeping
from within.
Always think
“why this and why now?”
All I am left with
is a bed to rest in
paused from the world
and eyes close for resting.
I’ve seen you in dreams.
We were once
on a bridge,
laughing
as the warm and soft
wind blew your hair
into your face.
And underneath
were ripples
swaying towards the shore
in tandem…
in rhythm…
of the words
and smiles we spoke.
After being so distant…
being together,
in the moment,
is what mattered.
Resting your head on my shoulder
I look down and
clearly remember your face
and…I don’t see you in my life.
