passion, poetry, rhyming, romance, self, Uncategorized

Free

I can see you opening a box

Pale blue and glowing

And inside that box is the thing

That I’ve dreamed of knowing.

I think you’re able to see it

Whenever you have desired

But I’ve been searching for it

For so long and I’m so tired.

My heart suddenly realized

Why I’ve been so enamored

It was the recognition of you

Within me, the illusion shattered.

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An Ode to My Greatest Challenge

Why can’t I let myself draw?

Do I loathe who I am so much that

When I sit down, either cross-legged or

One leg up on my stool at the desk

I freeze

My heart, my brain, my hand

The muscles are failing and sore because

Apparently I trained… myself, to do this… to myself

From a very young age.

I’m a protector.

If it can’t be perfect, then I don’t make the attempt

And if I don’t attempt, I cannot be mocked

For failing at the thing that I absolutely adore the most

The very thing that used to keep me alive.

I can’t let myself draw

Because then I don’t have to face that face in the mirror

The absolute adoring love hidden, somewhere in my house

That I apparently hid away long ago

In order to

Protect.

The love that I have been running away from

So that I don’t experience the disappointment

Of never feeling wanted

Or desired

And satisfied.

 

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Almost There

I’ll never stop biting the liquid off of your back

Cheek leaning on the palm of my languid lack

It’s eating away like vinegar on my tongue

Dripping like an impulse of invigoration unsung

 

And then there’s the sound of the softness of your invitation

The hesitation in my lips and your musical sensation

In which I redirect the childlike mind running my heart

I dream of petrifying our past and finally getting our start

 

 

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Fuck the devil over

I don’t make deals with the devil

Looking for fame or fortune or love

I’m the one who fucks the devil over

By doing whatever the hell I want

My passion overcoming all

The physical, the mental, the emotional

With a single smirk on my face

Because I know…

I know more than he ever will

About the light in my hands and heart

I have a thousand scars

From a thousand million lives

Oh finally, I love them all

The beauty of scars makes me feel high

High like I’m riding on

Through the rainbow light

And laugh at the attempts to erase

With darkness over my eyes

I can’t make a deal with the devil

I already gave myself everything

I’ll fuck him over

With this smirk on my lips

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A war bigger

In 1918 my grandma was born before the end of the war

Four years before my grandpa was born at the start

And one hundred something years on, I care

Too much for two islands in my heart

I still swear that ten years back my life began

From across a wide ocean, I spoke in tongues

Like an intraverse of spoken land

A war bigger than the world

I continue into the unspoken one

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