Thought-DoodleIs it really about you, or the subtle imprint ofThought-Doodle
something larger than life beyond comprehension? the colour-fast lines on my palms bleed with each washing Maybe not all my lives are committed to memory I've spent much of this one making superficial connections and found that everything can connect... eventually but this weather is cooling my blood and hotting my mind everyday is a fragment from lives somewhat forgotten the slivers that remain, continue jerking feelings to life defibrillator for a life twice removed seemingly unconnected and out of context
ContradictionWhen the feeling comes, comes upon me, (when, for I know it forsooth) it shall begin with my heart. Nay, breathe still shall I, and live still shall I, but in a darkened frame: hollow, uncertain. Devoid of direction and conviction (indeed if ever I had either) shall I grope blindly for my way.Contradiction
Say not that I shall be pain'd. Say ye rather that, accustomed as I am, I shall be resign'd.
If in truth the truth be told, (for, truly, was ever true truth told?) I revel in these emotions that ever seek to drown and take sway. Aye,
DensityTell me, lover, how the flooded sky peals the soul's vengeance,Density
the churning of autumn and echoing footfalls on the stairwell
with dusk tasting like our kisses in their eager, sanguine (bittersweet) youth.
Fearful of depths, I fled your embrace to fall swooning, each glance a brush of laden finishing, a heart-heresy.
Yesterday I sealed the last box, wiping my brow and wearing those sage, harried conversations
as only a crushed kite with torn webbing can muster in the face of distance.
Now, when I smile at you, there are only waves ebbing acro
X marks the path to destructioX marks the path to destruction Right beside my heart Breathless and wanting Dying for a taste To feel the hit that is real Close but without comfort I feel you trickle downward I taste you on my skin Still beating on inside Indirect destruction Missing what I feel and crave the most Close but without comfort Alive in spite of meX marks the path to destructio
Heartless.....
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We do what we must
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"Have you ever seen such beauty just dripping with anticepation lying open it's almost divine sex and mutilation"
I appreciate for your support...
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"If the people we love are taken from us, the way they live on is to never stop loving them. Buildings burn, people die, but real love is forever."
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