Imagination; Personified

Maybe I’m too honest with the world. Should I lie more to balance it out?

Wed, 22 May 2013 09:46:00 -0400

Maybe I’m too honest with the world. Should I lie more to balance it out?

Simplistic.

Tue, 21 May 2013 19:13:00 -0400

When did magic
become the fireworks
that shot into the sky?
When did magic
turn into the
flashes and illusions
we see before
our very eyes?
Why can’t magic simply be
the depth
and connection
our souls have
in the few seconds
we pass each other
on the street
in our busy lives?
Why does magic have to be
the difference between
walking passed a man
who begs
for another chance
and stopping to give
a man another chance.
Does everything truly need
to be extravagant?
Or can beauty be found
in just the slightest
and simplest
niches and quirks
in our lives?

Don’t get frustratedor mad.Don’t lose your gripor touch.Don’t anticipate or...

Sat, 18 May 2013 18:56:42 -0400

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.

Words spoken into my earas I wishedfrom you.I only wishyou hadn’tsaid themjust toturn away...

Thu, 16 May 2013 22:28:46 -0400

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

Wed, 15 May 2013 17:26:49 -0400

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 thinkonce Valhalla remembers meand gives me the restchampionsand legends have...

Mon, 13 May 2013 15:25:03 -0400

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?

It’s me and my motha. :O

Sun, 12 May 2013 20:26:24 -0400

It’s me and my motha. :O

Create

Sun, 12 May 2013 14:07:27 -0400

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.

Sun, 12 May 2013 00:56:37 -0400

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.

Tue, 07 May 2013 20:21:54 -0400

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.

Sun, 05 May 2013 21:25:16 -0400

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.

Sat, 04 May 2013 16:34:23 -0400

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.

Fri, 03 May 2013 12:35:29 -0400

There needs to be a class on time management.

Stream of thoughts.

Fri, 03 May 2013 02:50:54 -0400

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.

Tue, 30 Apr 2013 22:19:00 -0400

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.

Delete

Sun, 28 Apr 2013 10:46:00 -0400

I feel foolish
for keeping
the pictures
of you.

I’ve seen you in dreams.We were onceon a bridge,laughingas the warm and softwind blew your...

Sat, 27 Apr 2013 13:28:55 -0400

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.

Whoa I got featured!

Fri, 26 Apr 2013 11:04:54 -0400

Thank you to the kind editor who featured me. Message me an address I can send you flowers to.

Seriously, thank you. I just woke up and this is a great start to my day.

Just a wishescapes as desire.A whisperso silentand smallit’s significancecan be subsided. A...

Fri, 26 Apr 2013 03:41:35 -0400

Just a wish
escapes
as desire.
A whisper
so silent
and small
it’s significance
can be subsided.
A longing
of will
that will
pursue an end
and the justification
leading to this
conclusion.

Lovely.

Mon, 22 Apr 2013 16:33:59 -0400

Beauty isn’t…
the way you do your hair
the colors
or style of clothes
you dress in.
The presentation of
“ta-da’s”
and surprises
you have for the world.
It’s not the color of your eyes
nor the structure of your bones.
It’s the way you look at me,
the way we talk
and touch.
the way you smile
and why.
It’s how much of a mess you are
but try your best
to clean up
as if I’d be scared
or think I don’t
have a mess too.
It’s the way you want me
how I want you too.