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You once asked me why I loved you
You once asked me why I loved you.
I didn’t know what to say.
Because you are kind,
like a viper, killing quickly.
Or because you’re wicked smart,
like a jungle cat stalking its prey.
Because you see me, deeply,
that much is true.
I didn’t know what to say,
so I didn’t say anything at all.
In the silence that has settled
in the ye...
Monday 9th December 2019 12:01 am
Willpower and Discipline
Willpower and discipline,
have long been two of the
most despised words in the
english language to me.
What character flaw prevents
the willpower and discipline
necessary to be the person
I imagine myself capable of being?
A half-lived life is heartbreaking.
There is no acceptable excuse,
not age or disability.
Even people with no limbs
live empowered lives
built on willp...
Saturday 12th October 2019 3:29 am
Fingerprints
To know my fingerprints
on another’s heart
could stir them into art
a priceless gift, a magic
To know there is a poem
written about me
those words, more beautiful
than I could ever hope to be
From the caverns of passed time
there comes a sound
a constant, quiet, ring
when I choose to listen
always there
telling of another way of living
That the heart of an artist
a complexly c...
Monday 16th September 2019 11:51 am
Duality Dissected
Sometimes black and white become one.
Gods omnipresecence is seen, white dancing across black.
Morning comes from night.
Day breaks and lights the dark.
Half the world is light, while the other half is dark.
In the dance of shadows, white light reflects colors on dark night.
Prisms take white light and reflect colors on black night.
White light, dark night.
Black canv...
Tuesday 3rd September 2019 4:10 pm
Morning calm
A world of desperation.
The face and the faceless.
Indescribable yet on the tip of my tongue.
Impecability holds the key to power.
I stare out over the city on my park bench throne.
The morning hours calm my mind.
Crows speak in their own tongue.
I reflect on a night of dreaming.
The number is 4.
Time to let go of what I can no longer carry.
My saving grace is ...
Monday 10th June 2019 2:29 pm
Void Brooding.
I wish the abyss would stop looking back at me.
I look in the mirror and I swear that's all I see.
Not a monster but a void I cant escape.
I was born with a heart but it seems mishaped.
Someday I swear I'm going to leave this place.
Find my way to the light that people praise.
But for now I think it's better if I hang my head.
Bite my tongue and drink until I just forget.
I don't know ...
Saturday 18th May 2019 7:49 am
Bellow
I could fill a barren sea
full of tears I've shed
for a moment with you.
I learned to focus only
on the good it led to.
What purpose does it serve
to open old wounds
except to serve the
greater good.
So, I bellow not
unless it can be
a beacon
for mermaids
coming ashore.
Sunday 27th January 2019 6:09 pm
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