This line breaks the declaration. more weight .///'.
circulatorial combusted until it wasnt
A highway constructed,
a minute deducted. LOUDcongested
this a rested mind would feel at a different pace
signal congested ":instead of loud "...sounds better and means tested but not panicked by low energy check engine light thus slightly less interesting....
A battery constructed,
an electron deducted.
the idiot light swaps for indicator 1922
listening to itself
comforting felt defensive
challenging offensive
discussing reality's convictions
reminded of this
points may come across sounding doubtful
but the thing is the conversation itself
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a door opens inside you
a blizzard of creation
the vibe infinite mystery
then into the silent sunset of people
left all alone with their thoughts
.
flawless inclusions visible only to the earth
sit innocently nearby
above,
the purity of our hearts and brave winds
below
the temperature whispering through fog
48,000 characters left behind
all remainders of the past.
,
full moon day
done the american way
flags crack like bones in a breeze
something hit the moon on the fourth of July
not a rocket, not a dream—just a quiet goodbye
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there comes a time in your life when simply trying to write about feelings just doesn't cut it anymore.
an assessment is needed so I'll first try to find out what
I still possess
after everything's been burned to ash
"state your goals and execute."
My personality dictates working the hands slowly to build dreams
at least that's how it was until now.
It's life like
waking up to the sky
drum pounding
to the fierce
flames of desire
unlike being committed
and told there is no escape.
that everything's lost because
of the facts they all live by
"you need to " stop looking at non rhyme as a fragmentation,
cliff hanger,
or falling petals set in the context of a conversation about time's inaccuracies.
We are a delicate spine snapped in two
A grace lost falling head first and a
Juliet who sees our death as temporary
I look up to you
not only when the wind picks you up
.
hyper exhilarating forms
stand patient
frozen partial plain
resembling a friend's body
cold wave pulse
the weight of sleep in
kissed broken installments
settling the migrant birds
winter: un angelic industrial
you can feel your face but it can't feel you.
hyper resonant man
.
In the arena of broken things
filled with emptiness and
disappointment lies helplessness
realized away gradually
like dust sweeping into receding waters
in silence
in shadows
the private something you've never known
in between all the layers
folded into a reflection
just stares and wonders
about nothing and everything
;
read as far as i can
sweet slightly ironic
steady decay
I stead fast
proper not teary eyed
limbs parallel
I thought I'd let you know.
.
morning rush intersecting with morning sun
white not gold
holy ghost
solar wind
blaring in
landscaped shadows in small clusters behind them
and jiggling mannequins a waiting van steel doors widened slightly
.
flowering nature
With beauty unsaid
hiding in shadows
then happiness replaced
again, to be sought
then in dreams slowly measured
to explain What I
feel
like all stories, it ends
.