downplayApparently its aint easy You know. Erasing those memories Of her I mean, man she’s special.downplay
She was a pretty one. She played the guitar. Sounded kinda like mermaids playing the harp If I ever was to hear it
She sang too. That was pretty Really soft, that sexy huskiness I adore You’d love it, you would
But you know. She was good She met a manager, a real man The kind that cleaned his shoes and bought flowers
She got famous she did I’m happy for her I’ve listened everyday for her strum on the radio
I’m still waiting thoug
SoberAghast! - Myself. I now know. Such bliss only can come from this. Worked I have with much stealth For this wealth – dismissedSober
Came it did in sleep, such slumber I never knew Had it happened when I was awake I would never have known Sleep - I miss the conscious drunkenness of day
Came it did when I was awake, aware at night Sober from my dreary day Once vivacious and clear Reality - It came to me
Aware – the clarity, of my darkened day I lived in a dream With no night Aghast! - Myself I now know. No bliss can come from this.
red seaCalmly, calmly the water transcends,red sea
Above his ankles and knees- To fill the space between him
And the great blue, red sea. Ever so slowly the boy would shift,
Digging deeper into rocky sands Warming water entering the space of him
And his thoughts,
And he is free like the afternoon breeze- At the red sea
At time he adjourns
When the sky darkens, water to his thighs Turning around he heads back Failing to understand
With only one rock in one hand His heart at the other And the sun falls to night
The Cure~The Cure~The Cure
If I could be The Cure. If I could talk to you Melancholy, disturbed, A spilt glass of happiness, I would. If I could be The Cure, Wild hair, drenched in sadness, Eye make-up as Black as Heartache,
Lips as Red as
Slashed wrists, I would. If I could be The Cure To your boredom, The wind on your raw embers, The relatable self loathing, Hormone soaked, Confused frustration Presented on Billboards, Skateboards, Locker corridors, I would. But in the meantime, I’ll smile when I’m happy,
Spirit~Spirit~Spirit
Your spirit. A dandelion puff A white exultation Of life and possibilities Responsive to persuasion And the power to let go and soar with your dreams Dancing towards a new freedom Beyond roots, Beyond laws, Beyond borders, Or limits. Your spirit. A dandelion puff Caught by the wind Spreading like thoughts Creating newness
Settling
Growing
Awakening brighter And more resilient than before. Your spirit. A dandelion in full bloom Upturned to the sun Mirroring its glow
Capturing
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A man's home is his skull. -Sean O'Mara
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A man's home is his skull. -Sean O'Mara
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The lions sing and the hills take flight
Moon by day, sun by night.
Blind man, deaf woman, jackdaw, fool.
Let the Lord of Chaos rule.
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Poetry is the music of the soul. <3
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