Posts Tagged ‘ seeking ’

Death is too slow

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For those
That still
feel.
Know.
That there is still love.

For the pulse
That still beats,
You’re alive
And doing well,
Above.

those
That know not
The gentle
And the,
sweetest of touch.

I impatiently
Seek the magnet
That will hopefully
Shut me
The F*** up.

Mean Girls

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It’s soul hard
To stay quiet,
Waiting for the moment,
To find others
Just like your own.

I can’t help
But show
My antennas,
Just in case
There’s others
Out there too timid,
Trying to
Phone home.

My urban folk
Call it
“showin’ yo ass”
I believe
You’re not
completely honest,
Unless you can be
A little vulnerable.

Most sheep
Don’t have the luxury
Of catching a wolf,
Showing off its fangs
(Which may be reckless, but)
Romans 11:36
Has me pointing at my throat.

2nd Shift

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Fascinations
They Tickle.

While the theory of relativity
Trickles.

Deeper & deeper
Down
Into this place
That converts
passions of fire
Into
a millions of tiny
Icicles.

Jaded
I am,
But it’s
just a little.

Confusion
Hardly ever
dances
With the simple.

Yet here I am
Tied up
With so many strings attached
I can’t find my way off
of this never ending thimble…

Once I do
And I’m unstuck from the glue

I hide & I seek,

For the magnets
That grab my attention

And often keep,

Me in this realm
I consider
Very bitter
& very sweet,

Because when we meet
It’s very brief
& when you leave
It kinda stings.

I’m not
Too sure
Exactly
What
it
Really
means,

But your touch
In seriousness
Energizes
me…

I swear when we
lock hands
It’s for at least
a couple seconds,

And I’m not too sure
Who’s not letting go
For the moment though
It’s
heaven.

No worries
Just curiosity
On whether
If it my pulse
That’s trembling.

I’d be lying
If I said
Stealing a kiss
Wasn’t tempting.

It’s a constant fight
Between
The beast
& the gentlemen.

Oh how
The simplest
Of things
Get me double guessing.

B.E.A.S.T

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Be still,
Everything will be okay.
At least for the moment.
Savor what you have laid.
Tender is the enjoyment, Of will.

My dear
Beware,
Of the beast.

Push to Restart again

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They say

Fools fall

& rush in love.

I hate

A fools

definition…

Tripping hand over fist

Purely

And swift,

But ultimately

For entertainment…

In lust with love

I fall,

Easily

& quite frequent.

Possibly

Out of ignorance,

The unconscious mind

and lonely soul

Tend to play tricks

Since they keep

so many secrets…

Jar of strawberries

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She sits,
Waits,
And only she knows
When she
Will be done.
iT is
What iT is
But that term of phrase
Never leaves her tongue.
Faith
Deeply ingrained
It’s only the flesh
That tends to go numb.
Frozen in the moment
With conviction
That weighs
A crazy ton…
The fruit
Is ripe
And the juice
Is sweet.
Probably fermented
By what
The truth
Tends to leave.
Most don’t forgive
But forget
Since they only follow
What they see.
Brief instances,
Split second decisions,
Moments that in hind sight
Leave us weak…
Weak, she is not
However
Moments of weakness
We all have.
Carrying only the lessons
That we’ve collected
Throughout the dance
Of the past.
Pain is only temporary
And thanks to technology
Oh how,
The memories last.
Sit (here my dear)
And be still
For in time
This too shall pass…
She sits.
Waits.
Blinks.
And thinks.
Paddles me closer
And tells me
to drink.
Stares
into the soul
As I take
My first sip.
Soon as
It’s all gone.
I then,
Licked my lips.

Right under your nose

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There it was

As pretty as luck

would have it,

I was looking around

the room

And there it was

On top of the mattress,

How can I fasid

The mind of the bastard

Who’s opinion has often

Re mastered,

Beliefs of old

With current event

Trickle effecting daggers,

Drunk

With a stagger,

That is often confused

For some type of swagger,

But even with
encouragement

I can still
Hardly handle,

This panic attack

That more often
Times than not
wants to dismantle,

The ego

That gets

Even badder,

With every conquest

And every lasso,

Hoping

That someone will listen

And pray

To knock down the
My inner towers
Of babel,

Causing

This competition

Making
My heart tired
And Even sadder,

With Love

Farther

And
Further
Away

My soul

It battles,

But love
No matter
How mistreated
Bruised And battered,

Heals
On its own

With ignorance
For a clone

And other crazy
semantics!