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 Posted: Sun Apr 21, 2013 5:02 pm
I need a place to keep my writings organized and i feel this would be a good place. most if not all of what i write is just what comes to mind without any plan or anything. this is true with my poetry as well.
so yeah i'll be keeping my thoughts on my life and the world as i see it here biggrin
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Posted: Sun Apr 21, 2013 9:17 pm
shame whispers in my ear but its a sound i cant hear at least i try not to. these hands can only cover up so much but what bleeds through bleeds the blood of that which taints my thoughts and ambitions. this shame is self perpetuating because it is a shame that was created at birth. a shame that has cultivated in the shadows of expectations and dreams. a shame that flows like a river into the minds of those who drink from it. this shame is our shame its what grounds us and it is the foundation to the chains that bind us to our lowest point. without this shame we fly without this shame our dreams are realized. without this shame we immerse ourselves in the rays of a realized enlightenment. shame is not all bad though. shame is what pushes those that wish to not be in the shadow to emerge better, stronger, more alive than those who had no shame to begin with. because if you are without shame then you are with ignorance. ignorance is the false light the light that washes out the darkness when seen from afar. ignorance is what breaks the being from the inside out. shame may beat you down but it is ignorance that blinds you. ignorance guides you to an oasis that is beyond the edge of a cliff. ignorance will give you the wings to fly but not any means to use them. shame is a foundation self doubt are the chains and misery is the cuffs that bind you to where you are. so what is the key?
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Posted: Mon Apr 22, 2013 1:41 am
shapeless are my feeling for you, tentatively i must implore, that which i seek is nothing more than a mere connection missed. these crossed wires, this field that blocks me from my goal. these crops they grow out of your uncertainty and its these crops that i harvest its this fruitless bounty which i seek for i am blind and the thought of thankful giving is my light.its a back breaking labor but no one said love was easy. no one said that love would come like a spring breeze cooling my face as i slave and slave while you sit upon the ledge of the watch tower eyes of a falcon watching my every move. watching as if i were pray to your selfish way but let not be asked or you cower in your corner ready to shed your tears of misdirection that you have shed for me before. that you have shed to wash the black off of your lie ridden veneer. shame on me for believing that your tears meant any more to me than the dirt i plowed to grow your crop the crop of my own emotional demise. i will not play the victim and i will not play the hero for there is nothing worth saving at least not what has been prevalent because as of now i will be rid of these manifestations that have posed as what they are not of what i seek or sought. despite all this i will not curse you for my love is strong and stands erect through even the strongest of these doubtful winds that beat upon my door like a beast with its mark made clear.
in the end all the work that mattered lays to waste these crops dried and died. i cross the field but why does it matter when the grass envisioned on the other side turned out to be nothing more than a billboard advertisement for my dream.
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Posted: Sat May 11, 2013 3:58 am
set aside the faults of others to fall upon my own. no laser guided system can maintain the lines of the world that i see around me. failing to see the ends near the horizons. falling from the walls onto the floors the object of this reality shift into a new persective. even with open eyes the visions obstruce the very nature of my being. seeing what i dream come alive i grab for support only to find that the railings are paintings. the world spins without guidance the strings that hold my world together have snapped ive been thrown about tossed like pretzels after a night of trick or treating. coming closer to a friend who feels the need to cause me pain. this relationship only formed from constant contact with each other. tick goes the clock tock goes the clock the pace between each click seems an eternity. eyes open but im floating what led me to this moment of helplessness. tick goes the clock tock goes the clock. thump
im fine my shoe laces were untied.
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Posted: Sun May 19, 2013 10:36 am
I. what a lonely letter. what an all encompassing thing. take everything that is me condense it to a single point a single area of existence. take all i know will know have been and ever will be. take all this to come up with I. stand alone stand tall. I am. I see. I feel. I bleed. I cry. I see. I am myself i am me. I as individualistic as it is can bend and manipulate itself so that it is becomes unanimous with everyone. I is not just me. I is us I is everyone who has been and who will be. I reflects everything about us about you and about me. about him about her. I can i say I characterizes individualizes us. I stands alone. but I stand with my brethren. my fellow man. i stand for us. we stand for I.
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Posted: Sun Jun 02, 2013 10:11 pm
Ethereal being lay parallel to each other never touching, never seeing, never living with one another but still lay within a close enough vicinity to one another that a false sense of togetherness and companionship is formed. These bonds that are created form the safety net that we all come to know though we unknowingly ignore it and often substitute it for a harness that is anchored to the very thing it is suppose to protect. Woe is us, let us watch the waves break on the shores of the future that we built washing away what we let it and rebuilding what we feel is worth keeping.
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