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Midnight madness

Fine lines are meant for walking like a tight rope just hope you don’t- fall,
Be/cause if ever you did
Theres a chance you’d fall into an abyss
To deep, to dig- you crawl
The walls, concave- per claws
Such is a mental institution
Rebuke it and include the law.
This deposition is intrusion
Losing alll sense of calll
It’s goes a little like this..
One, two, three-four eyes saw
Through roses tinted glasses-
Passion passed into the fog.
Yeh.
It iss kinda sick.
Scene,
Gleam-beam
Don’t deny the beauty in the pic-
ture.
~sorry if my flow fell- out— of- or—der,
still shaped just right,
for me
See.
El oh el,
Oweee I wish you’d hear the beat

"Remember that few things are truly Beautiful in Life. Hold them. Live them."

bearingwater:

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These are the horoscopes i love

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kristaa0788:

Savor the humid days
and bitter-cold nights
passing us by
without granting them
so much as
a second glance.
Cherish the now,
sense it,
taste it,
savor its sweetened scent,
and pay no mind
to the rest;
you know 
‘what if’ 
lives only
in your head.

Love this

Poetry

Is life

Though far after death,

The poem shall live on.

Metaphors and verbs run through the veins,

Determining the hearts pace.

Yet, a poems’ anatomy,

Is formed through feelings

Arisen through forms of grace.

Still,

Pain can stress the bones,

But,

Only love shall fill the face.

The breathing of the lungs,

Articulation of words,

They are two of the same;

Both which have been valued since birth.

Reach

As the blades of grass sway within the winds of today,
The cool, calm, collected thoughts of ones future begin to fade,
As if to say, just live for the moment/
with a heart layered in love;
Intents sent from above.
My pain is rain to the flood;
my plane has reign over mud!.
So No more will I tread through crud before the foot of this bed.
Take on position with loyalty;
Bow my head to this royalty;
With a revelation of patience
All begins to seem less abrasive.
I used to stress so much,
Over matters I hadn’t faced n,
To the touch,
felt right, but despite this deceitful sight I sensed my vitals were wrong.
Though to Pivot my position away from this opposition seemed a process prolonged,
Little had I known that my wisdom of knowledge had known, so little all along;
Of truth.
Therefore was wrong
Now fortified he glorifies this proof through these songs.
Now let me mesmerize the globe until it’s whole with your psalms.

I am the stain upon patience

I am the stain upon patience.
My “clean slate,” state is always abrasive
But my beauty of beyond is a picture slowly painted.

Between each pump,
Of my heart
The stress would build.
Friction heated pain,
Till it’d seep and seal;
Crevasses only love should feel.
The rain would fall
And dim the sun
Still it’s rise stood tall and won!.

“a heart of stone dragged through dirt is still a heart”

boazpriestly:

How to use a Semicolon by The Oatmeal

(via awkwardbutsexy)

88 keys

When corruption disrupts
the forecast of somethin as vast
And delicate as
Love,/
There’s a very minute window
In which you wish
to lose self control
Even though you know
the perseverant power of
This—-> PATIENCE
PATIENCE, please give me patience
I feel like I’m a disillusioned conclusion
intruded
by the tides.
Wave after wave of
adversity I prayed
And I stayed stood strong on
two feet
planted in my faith.

Sometimes, sometimes the sun won’t shine
Through this haze.
But I can taste it in tears,
Like wine from past years,
There’s something special when it ages,
Same goes for when you grow bigger than your fears.
Take reign of the pains,
jump in the abyss and backfill it
with cheers.
Disrupt the static
Loop the roots
And repeat the beat
You dance to,
Feel the hammer action make the notes sing.
Welcome to the beauty of the eighty eight keys.
Breathe.

Chorus

I can’t get awayy,
I’m trapped in space
And the stars can’t hear my wish
(my wish)
I float through timee
With hope in mind
But I can’t get a grip
(n I slip)

The Ever Elusive Love

Can’t tell you how old this is, but I love it lol

I wish that love were as easy as like.
I ask from the stars for this every night.
A lovely companion of joy it can be
I watch, mesmerized, as it dances its sweet tune; just out of my reach.
It cuts through the air,
Elegantly prepares,
To provide it’s easement to share.
It Glides by the heart
Brushes the pulse,
Desired at start,
Cherished throughout.

Love will live on past the “end”
Through devotion
Above and beyond any standard emotion.
A feeling of healing of sorts for the
The ever elusive love.

Every revolution each question makes, - pain.

Analyze my thoughts-
I can only do for so long
Soon I pick a road, close my eyes, and accept what unfolds
Stories untold
Hindered by the sacrifices I alone chose
Be damned
Every thought, action, and presence I oppose
Re Slammed-
To the bottom,
I stand myself up
pinned ^in a corner, forced to dance around holes
Little do they know
The pain that I endure
the self inflicted suffering
that I myself force.
-“I am self inflicted”-
Heard this whisper at the door
Letters upon the page begin to battle over souls
On the other side of the peephole
this eyes looks me ^in my whole.
Tells me to let go
Now I think to fight!
Till I realize
that my thoughts do not know!!
I will go insane
Pump, pump
blood beats
“LOVE”
through the speakers bumping bass through my voice.
Now I can rejoice.

A break ^in the moment as I engage the next page.
“drain the outer chat.”(pan left)

“Hold the secret of inner thought,
but relay the valiant plot.”(pan right)

Snap back into extrospection.
The world just isn’t as I thought..