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I hope you don't find my forwardness off-putting. I want to show you the pure goodness. This it; I want to see it reflected in your Eyes. That is, I already have.

Egos dissolve and merge into the one. The rest of my life a flower, unfolding.

Pollinate me.

The Last Poem Ever this is the last poem i ever wrote summing up the smoke that's been pouring out my coat ever since my lungs lost their living this is the last poem i ever did write summing up the bloke who's since given up flight; wounded wings withheld from the wind this is the last poem i ever ...

born a child and am still with ignorance piled atop faulty landfill each new piece sits unsure of its balance until it inevitably quits, having exhausted its allowance the shifty trash wall collapses upon a soul crushed by all it claimed to understand what must i do to prepare that the day may dawn ...

a night heart hangs heavy
upon a delicate dagger
upturned by my own hand

an anguish so exquisite
as to be unfathomable

As I wake from my slumber, made golden by the risen sun, I am filled with a great optimism. Fear not! Don’t let all of these cryptic apocalyptic ramblings fool you. What is the source of such optimism, you may ask? Why it is you! Because you are the tie-breaker, and my faith in you is unsurpassed. W...

I feel a great energy rising up within me. It is a beautiful and joyous energy, though not without caution, and a remembrance of a humbling past. It feels a culmination of all that I have been striving for throughout my trials. But I step back. I want not to overstate nor misstate nor mistake this a...

i've been up in the taking hours
reading my own poetry
recovering lost words from many moons past
and images of

discovering your response
which only now resonates with the beauty
that you poured into it
from one of the many waning moons

i see that there is no me haven't you heard? there's no eye but the third i hear nothing to fear the words that were said were before we were dead i smell that all is well haven't you tasted how life's being wasted? i taste the world without haste haven't you found the nothing around? i feel how not...

back from the dead living life instead giving love suddenly seems viable alive and well will live to tell angels of my dreams of beasts banished and vices vanished demons can fill the void but they're unreliable the void's best left vacant for voyaging voices it leaves open the option for whimsical ...

how do i escape from a hell prescribed by myself? the more i focus on the light at the end of the tunnel, the farther away it seems. to know that it's really there would relieve this scare, but i'm no longer sure that i should trust my own senses. mistaking the devil as innocuous is perhaps a forgiv...

searching for the light of the universe it exists, i've seen it though i'm not sure it hasn't been broken again, please show me cuz i'm very depressible all it takes is one single decibel i just want to know if i have to bereave it sometimes i can almost hear it certain that i'm coming near it but i...

there's a certain beauty in the comisery

it invites me to snuggle
and eases the pain (ours)
even as we struggle to remain

sane

Convinced of the opportunity that passed me by, all while she sat patiently in a chair. On that very same night I said to others (quoting something that I had read earlier in the day), "If I've learned anything, it's to seize life's fleeting opportunities." As I said this, she sat within e...

bigger branches have their advantages.

better balance allows for bolder advances.

with a welcoming width i'd take my chances.


'but the better bet is you'll fold your hand' says

the tree who'll stand while at the same time dances.

sure i like to sing about the good world we're in but here's the thing: i love a song by my kin daring my mortality the pleasure of a sin without th'immorality thenyourealizethatheonlythingscarierthandeathisimmortality but if forever can bring with it our noises perhaps we'll never lose love's voice...