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Things have changed
My heart over powers my head lately
Must be linked to my stomach
I'm always feeling sick
Things changed
My person has opened up
I've been shut down for so long
I require drastic change
Shame is what I'm swimming in
I don’t feel guilty I just hate
Knowing how you are going to look at me
I never know what you think
I feel like you will just settle with me
Instead ...
Wednesday 21st September 2016 6:04 am
Heartsick
I understand, I know.
When you look at me
I'm not much else but a ghost.
That needs to let go…
Not everything you've done to me
I've been trying so hard to fix my problems
I've turned are lives into one
Its not you
Understand this for me
You work hard for your girls
I understand I'm disappointing
My words hurt I know
I wish you could see the dark place
F...
Wednesday 21st September 2016 5:44 am
INK
Flow as the INK flows on this pages.
Spread your wings as the wind blows.
Change with the clouds.
Run with time.
Lose to learn.
Suffer to repair.
Be like the seasons..
Free,
Lost in the beauty
Friday 2nd September 2016 8:45 pm
Oh so sorry
Because I totally didn't listen to your problems,
I didn't vow to not tell your best friend something,
I didn't try to help you, I didn't care about you...
Oh wait, I did.
I didn't realize me trying to be your friend meant nothing to you, though.
Lost for you.
Tuesday 23rd August 2016 12:13 pm
Aimlessly.
If his mind was always in a daydream,
In his eyes - the awakening of a new fear,
And his feet - with no direction to turn.
How do his eyes see anything -
But his darkening soul within?
How do his hands reach out,
With nothing to grasp?
It's a lonely road,
For a soul without purpose.
And it's about to crumble,
Under weightless pressure.
Thursday 30th June 2016 8:36 am
She
These horror corridors, erratic,
Aged in oil, no known schematic,
Contorted without end or start,
Between the stars that ripped apart.
From out of darkness, darkness falls,
Creeps lattice floors and barren walls.
She, calculated, cruel and coarse;
No fear, no pity, care, remorse.
Past leaking pipes and daggered halls,
As bleating screens scream warning calls,
These rusted vents here wa...
Saturday 5th March 2016 10:06 pm
Thrill of the Compass Spin
The fizz, the ghostly drag
invisible hands guiding these wanton bodies
I feel my compass spin
drawn in endless circles
Can I claim it as the artist’s curse
the love for new adventure
the pleasure of magnetic hearts
freshly spinning so close to us
whipping the iron filings of our creativity
into some explosive blur
a manifest black energy
But is it a curse at all
the thrill of the c...
Tuesday 23rd February 2016 10:40 am
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