It's not you.
It's me.
I'm my own worst enemy.
My dreams, they crush me.
Even with a guy that loves me.
He listens as my eyes glisten.
Begin to trickle and pour.
The height that he first found me;
looking closer to the floor.
The images, created inside my mind.
related to the force field of a thousand,
pounding hearts astounding.
Abundant and responsible for my own actions.
Still the closer I fall.
to the ground and underneath,
to the dark place in between the trees.
I'm sad now.
I can't breathe, having found every light to believe.
I know my way.
Yet still I trip, and the closer I get,
the further it flips;
away, what can I do but sway,
and hold my own skin above the rising flood,
drowning; paddle to the lifeboat named love.
18th November 2012
Abundant corners - a short descriptive story of something
It was the new beginining. Not the end of all. It was an opportunity so exciting, that if thought about; the next corner would bring fear and reluctance. But no longer, was that how they lived. How they were alive. Survived; and accomplished in each abundant moment.
She panted, sucking in the dusty air of the concrete building. she hated the cold of man made desires, yet, it wasn't as safe as they had thought, there where others still, and, if nature wasn't the ultimate playground of existence yet, safe within its tree like walls, and barbed hedgerows, then they would clamber on through the old world, sit out, patiently in the ground grey stone.
Bullies, dormant and watching, preying on them, calculating their predatory pounce of destruction. Leading the pair to the last outcome, death. a fine moment at the hand of the others, too soon, and unwanted.
In yestereves and memories, they would sit in the buzzing fluorescence of light bulbs, the flourishing industrial seeds of mens creation. Puffing carelessly on what some said where 'death sticks' the shredded plants of fields and ultimately manipulated chemical induced nature. They laughed, musing over running away from it all to caves, building wooden mansions, grand and great in the cathedral of the forest.
Master plans of which job to choose to bring the most money, dreaming up a utopia for the next generation, self sufficient in a bleak world of paper ruling the land and the hearts of all. It wasn't a dream anymore. The only law was that of the wind, sun and changing seasons.
It was elusive and each new day brought a thousand unique thoughts, as the canvas of adjustment gave birth to an expansive free mind of conscious creation. Live and let live, they knew. If they could sneak far away without being seen, just past the horizon; a nest of peace awaited them.
The cities were mere skeletons of their former glory. What was once the ultimate metropolis of an intelligent society had been brought to end by the greed of majority. The herd turned against each other and having not given a thought to actual survival prior to this new landscape, most perished at the hand of others or of their own unfortunate hands. That world produced a person skilled with typing at a computer, passing products though a scanning system and scavenging with ease their required sustenance in a giant building, food from all over the planet yet, malnourished through the greed of corporations and the so called western food shortage.
War was outrun. Humans turned against one another in the attempt to sustain their heretical minds, the insatiable hunger for having more than one another. This bemused the girl as this is what she had come to realize, her early life had been that of the popular at school, the naughty one, non conformity in a style so conformed it topped all in an elite fashion.
Naturally, this was the alpha law, she was a man with the embodiment of woman. She was smart too, far too smart to allow the usual to overcome her, education dulled her progressive mind, she was bored, after the accomplishment of school, she gradually turned herself towards drug usage, quite literally numbing her soul in the attempt to feel something real around her, energies enhanced, heart beat pounding though fresh flesh and the blood of her imagination.
Dirty drugs, something that certainly didn't exist in this island of new days, her crutch she once thought, to bring a fuzzing meaning to every atom she felt or saw, intricately analysed to the point where her mind had adapted to this way of debunking all in existence. Even this, her mortal body grew tired of, a catalyst one could say expanded all the more, once she had met him.
The sun beat on the ground as it gazed below, even from the space between them, they'd both felt it. Spirit acknowledgement, she danced aware of his eyes upon her, a coy game of shy exhibition, spinning and swooping her arms in the taped up boots. Her sisters dog, a week before had eaten the zip. Music, a missing component in this new life, blared from the speakers, the choices of her friend seeped the air and kissed their ears with intrigue, or was it the sights. The eyes had seen, the hearts desire. A glimpse of breath.
He in his sun-swept skin, graced the golden grass and lay his head down upon the earth. Her heart leapt, flew and pumped urging her to move her feet, euphoria filled her body, it felt like it would pour from her eyes as soon as they saw his. That moment brought fear, a thousand flutters of unworthiness This beautiful man, this beautiful girl. what would the future bring? The calculating mind asked a thousand questions and gave three thousand answers as to why they shouldn't collide. She had recently changed though, no longer abiding by the fear of the moments that wouldn't happen, she took chances of fate now, destiny beckoned her blood. So she listened to her heart. She swallowed her excitement, uttering the first true hello. She trusted herself from this moment, breaking her reckless minds cycle of ever long doubt, enforcing the voice of her own drum.
The pair lighting up each facet, no fault could ever prevail between them, the true human desires of their trinities. This, the inspiration and manifestation of universal abundance.
She panted, sucking in the dusty air of the concrete building. she hated the cold of man made desires, yet, it wasn't as safe as they had thought, there where others still, and, if nature wasn't the ultimate playground of existence yet, safe within its tree like walls, and barbed hedgerows, then they would clamber on through the old world, sit out, patiently in the ground grey stone.
Bullies, dormant and watching, preying on them, calculating their predatory pounce of destruction. Leading the pair to the last outcome, death. a fine moment at the hand of the others, too soon, and unwanted.
In yestereves and memories, they would sit in the buzzing fluorescence of light bulbs, the flourishing industrial seeds of mens creation. Puffing carelessly on what some said where 'death sticks' the shredded plants of fields and ultimately manipulated chemical induced nature. They laughed, musing over running away from it all to caves, building wooden mansions, grand and great in the cathedral of the forest.
Master plans of which job to choose to bring the most money, dreaming up a utopia for the next generation, self sufficient in a bleak world of paper ruling the land and the hearts of all. It wasn't a dream anymore. The only law was that of the wind, sun and changing seasons.
It was elusive and each new day brought a thousand unique thoughts, as the canvas of adjustment gave birth to an expansive free mind of conscious creation. Live and let live, they knew. If they could sneak far away without being seen, just past the horizon; a nest of peace awaited them.
The cities were mere skeletons of their former glory. What was once the ultimate metropolis of an intelligent society had been brought to end by the greed of majority. The herd turned against each other and having not given a thought to actual survival prior to this new landscape, most perished at the hand of others or of their own unfortunate hands. That world produced a person skilled with typing at a computer, passing products though a scanning system and scavenging with ease their required sustenance in a giant building, food from all over the planet yet, malnourished through the greed of corporations and the so called western food shortage.
War was outrun. Humans turned against one another in the attempt to sustain their heretical minds, the insatiable hunger for having more than one another. This bemused the girl as this is what she had come to realize, her early life had been that of the popular at school, the naughty one, non conformity in a style so conformed it topped all in an elite fashion.
Naturally, this was the alpha law, she was a man with the embodiment of woman. She was smart too, far too smart to allow the usual to overcome her, education dulled her progressive mind, she was bored, after the accomplishment of school, she gradually turned herself towards drug usage, quite literally numbing her soul in the attempt to feel something real around her, energies enhanced, heart beat pounding though fresh flesh and the blood of her imagination.
Dirty drugs, something that certainly didn't exist in this island of new days, her crutch she once thought, to bring a fuzzing meaning to every atom she felt or saw, intricately analysed to the point where her mind had adapted to this way of debunking all in existence. Even this, her mortal body grew tired of, a catalyst one could say expanded all the more, once she had met him.
The sun beat on the ground as it gazed below, even from the space between them, they'd both felt it. Spirit acknowledgement, she danced aware of his eyes upon her, a coy game of shy exhibition, spinning and swooping her arms in the taped up boots. Her sisters dog, a week before had eaten the zip. Music, a missing component in this new life, blared from the speakers, the choices of her friend seeped the air and kissed their ears with intrigue, or was it the sights. The eyes had seen, the hearts desire. A glimpse of breath.
He in his sun-swept skin, graced the golden grass and lay his head down upon the earth. Her heart leapt, flew and pumped urging her to move her feet, euphoria filled her body, it felt like it would pour from her eyes as soon as they saw his. That moment brought fear, a thousand flutters of unworthiness This beautiful man, this beautiful girl. what would the future bring? The calculating mind asked a thousand questions and gave three thousand answers as to why they shouldn't collide. She had recently changed though, no longer abiding by the fear of the moments that wouldn't happen, she took chances of fate now, destiny beckoned her blood. So she listened to her heart. She swallowed her excitement, uttering the first true hello. She trusted herself from this moment, breaking her reckless minds cycle of ever long doubt, enforcing the voice of her own drum.
The pair lighting up each facet, no fault could ever prevail between them, the true human desires of their trinities. This, the inspiration and manifestation of universal abundance.
my heart is 2 sad.
your androgyny flesh of spirit finger fancy
pink hair, tight hips, a huge mind to romance me.
My heart is broken,
cratered crevices, deep dark and dank.
days, months and years of abuse
for slipped kisses, longing truth and pants loose.
My heart is love lorn.
for it seeks the skin of you so far from it.
the breath in your chest, the drum to your dance
and the stereotypical ocean of blue eyes only your glance brings.
The best friend of my heart.
be you buddy or lover
Whatever love means, whatever love is.
the fullest emotion I have felt, was created by colliding with you.
can you hear me?
I fucking publicly shamelessly miss you.
10/02/2013
death
thick slimy tears,
dripping out heart felt fears.
trust universe and meant to be,
my logic says to me.
crazy stereotype of girlfriend,
late night call but now I'm ex?
am I ex? ex what? see you later, it was nice to fuck you,
it never was like that, shared everything up to the point, of not knowing what is next, maybe that's the choice, where to walk towards.the test.
all i know is; I'm in love, it sickens me to say,
I've tried to avoid, and lied my way though not feeling this way,
being the aloof lover, the one who kinda cared, not in this way though, this is the way i shared, related to my fullest, gave all of my heart, and even though i kissed others, fucked up a thousand fold, nothing compared to you, the coldest of the bold. The boy or girl to mine, the one I love so true, and this is fucking why, my eyes are now so blue.
you stopped me in my tracks, you distracted me from dance, and i paraded around the tent, and fell in love at once. Fuck. I hate you so much because i love you so much. we are cliches, and I'm the biggest.
everytime i think of you, I ache, harder than any death, of anything, any thought of anything, just the sheer loss of my greatest skin, i miss you on the outside, but more so, from within.
my heart is hungry
My heart is open,
It seeks the sunshine soaked smiles,
intense intellectual infections of social insanity
the reflections of a free soul, to shine upon me
My heart is hungry
the ache of missing lips against it.
Savoring sweet saliva and tickling tussle,
tongue tied, tangled with its muscle.
My heart is listening
radiating rapidly everywhere in ether,
for the burly beat of bones,
the power pump of yours, across roads.
My heart is loving,
It gorges gleaming of gluttonous lust
limitless life, boundless beauty before me.
expansive epic energy roaming to romance we.
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