There and Back againGetting to smile every day is something I find pleasure in, so sue me.
AffairsBorn of ill-conceived passion bred on a lonely night, of paramour late blossomed unto poisonous bloom, Space of passion has become the void of distance, Enveloping regret descends into darkness, and it seems as if the world swallows you whole. The Anxiety sets one apart, away from solution, into a hemisphere that invites naught, but the stress of wondering. Seconds from hours, days slowly turn as the void widens, threatening with it's aperture to pull you down even still. This is apology, yet the sorry comes more into soul than from mouth.Affairs
Sleepless NightsJourney thru soiled track a sorrowed wayfarer to wasteless end eyes view ignorance that is only perception Darkened intention, more dastard than the wicked that infiltrates into Senior of passion is regret, the fulfilled cowardice, own mantle worn like beggar's fleece Steps farther, walks longer, more clear to naked eye than shattered illusion and then sun sets. Footsteps uncertain, trepidation is gift given unto traveler Shadow intrudes into thought, shades more to gray than any other. Moment, not less, then no more. Will alone stumbleSleepless Nights
Am I Jaded?Is the dead inside of me, or is it in the world around me? When passion disappears, to what end is there continuance? When simple things like cause and care put my mind in a twirl of confusion,Am I Jaded?
I often why in the world to start, to begin. Some things will endure, some things die their natural death, and some in a blaze of unexpected termination will meet their due. If gentle caresses not expected will never occur, then some emptiness will always prevail. Empty, such an eloquent and perverse a word.
Meaning, literally, the nothing, yet in a poet's terms, or tears,
conveying all the more
As You WishThe taste of you lingers on my tongue, The scent of you wonders through me, I feel your skin against my lips, I hear your low moan as I take you, gently, softly, bringing you in to me as I invade you. My fingertips tingle with the remembrance of how you shake as I caress you. Your soft gasp echoes in my ears, inhabits me, body and soul. My senses cry out for you in a cacophony of one,As You Wish
the ache of your disappearance almost overwhelming me. Do you feel me in your mind, does my touch linger with you? Do you feel that warmness within you,
as I wring my hands and wrack
somewhere outside daytimeThey control the madness heresomewhere outside daytime
so cold is not an option The beauties suck on cigarettes holding good to promise.
Somewhere a scream and pounding
echoes in morning, wether shouts of pain or glee it's hard to say
distance is deceiving.
The cold eats through the muscle,
beating bone along the way. The moon now shows it's teeth it smiles, winks, then chews the brain, begging for a drink.
They are know(ing)n between these chutes dirty air and staring loafers split their heads, which spend more time down
than up,
TruthI sit alone by the fire, listening to the storm I look out of the window and see my past rage by Faces long gone flash past my vision, and I turn my head I don’t want to see the truth, because it hurts My heart quickens when such sights pass I feel like a dagger has been twisted to the hilt Into my chest, where my soul rests I hate the truth, for the truth is pain The events of my past nauseate me, and I wish I were someone else I wish I had not made so many foolish mistakes A voice chants in my head; Your life isn’t a mistake, it’s a learning experience I hate that voiceTruth
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Live well, laugh often and love much!
hope everything is going alright with you, im just fine, if you're wondering.
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This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.
— Kerouac
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