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Butterfly feelings

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What frightens me

Is that

I feel a danger looming

And it’s music to my ears.

I’ve been

in search of love

But it looks like

I’ve been really chasing tears..

Something

To give emotion

Since I’m not too sure

If I can still feel…

I’m looking

For my killer

Bare ass,

Hoping it draws near….

In Your Dreams

Think things…

Believe them…

who can take it away?

when your playing pretend…

Doll,

I am

a mad man…

I just need

a little push

to get me off the deep end…

This is where

I can be my silliest,

but it has to be

in secret..

Not everyone

is privileged

to see

iT…

My feet in concrete

and I’m

sinkin’…

Saying things

in calculated contrary

to how you may be thinkin’…

so please,

push me away

!I NEED IT!

an out pour is coming

ūüôā ¬† ¬† (:

iN Passion iGo

its cold

out side

I want to be

in the warm,

I want to be

of love

where our souls

can take form,

grab ahold

of each other

choke to death

and not let go,

a bad romance

in a trance

forever going with

the flow,

I want the fights

the tears

the make up

the “after” glow,

the not being able

to live

without the other

I want the whole show,

God has blessed me with choices

& The devil saw iT fit

to tempt me with

detours with quicker roads,

so I take

what I can get

because iN passion

iGo

iWant

more than that

iWant

authentic the really real,

iWant

to be able to show my colors

and let the other

know exactly how I feel,

I’m tired

of being in character

so that I don’t hurt my self

with things that I feel,

My passion

has driven me blind

where the “Go”

has no substance to its appeal,

no push to the kart

what is passion

if not the push

with the flamboyant zeal,

all my excitement

in the world

holds nothing

ideal,

to Love

because Love

is not of IT

its of the spirit its REAL,

everything else

is but the motions

and I’m learning

how to deal

Love

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I fall so
Deeply
Hopelessly
off the edge
Of what seems
Way too steep
Far beyond
The skies
And The depths
Of the unknown sea
My heart swoons
For Last strand seams
And things
That seem to be
Way Too far away
That aren’t even meant for me
Why Do the cuts of /(-_-)\
Go in so deep
Yet those who
Have love for me
Barely even
Surface heat
We want
What we can’t have
And I don’t want that
For me
I want love
And for it to be
Wanted
Just as badly
Equally
My eyes bulge out
As I say it
Because I’ve passed on
So many opportunities
But inside I know
They were meant
For practicing
Conviction for the heart
So that I know
When I’m blessed enough
Again
To have it right in front of me
That I will fall head
Over heels
And nothing
Will get In between
So much so
I will wear it
Like pride over me
Showing it off
To the world
This is love
Be jealous of me
Love
So easy to say
Yet so difficult
To truly mean
Love
A privilege
Not a right
Meant to be felt
And also seen
For surely
It’s meant
to shine ultra bright
Not be hidden
Or handled discreetly
But like a faggot on parade
Marching
Proudly & flamboyantly

LOVE

Shift

I keep flipping
through dimensions
not yet finding
my correct page,
all are extensions
of what I was
where I’m going
which is way more complex then just a phase,
immune to movement
is but an understatement
the ability to speak out
is just the same,
the thoughts kept in me
is what scares me
my heart is relentless
my soul remains in the same place,
although
lost in the moment
I get caught
when I try to jump off of the stage,
the spot light
of awareness
keeps me bare ass
in shekels inside the cage,
frozen in time
like photographs
of sweet dreams
that never change,
I record and keep it dear
as it happens
and save it
just in case,
I’m never able
to break free
at least my memories
also wont escape,
routine happens
like a habit
its hard to kick
and so easy to partake,
there’s so many alternatives
the things that “can” happen
usually aren’t what “is”
its scary what jumps the plank,
the future is like a bubble
if we touch it the wrong way
its pops and explodes
forever shifting in change,
im so close
to getting “right”
but she my “love”
keeps getting away

Hostage

You love me when you want to

I love you when I can,

we both hold on to what God gave us as a hostage

until the others complies with the demands,

that the other wants

wanting can f*** us pretty bad,

games are ment for children

yet here you are planning it out in advance,

so much cat and mouse

the cheese no longer fuses the same trance,

that it once lit the fuse of

its grown as stale as an uninspired square dance,

all this dosey doe

wields no more sort of romance,

if that ever was there to begin with

I no longer want to go into the darkness and take a chance,

birthing what the physical

couldn’t¬†possibly intellectually¬†or spiritually advance,

your as stubborn as al Qaeda

where’s¬†the white flag?