Take the leap

On the edge I won't act like nothing's wrong. I see it and don't want to believe because life is freeing believing is seeing. the choice is to see then make believe don't hurt others along the way of this life's dream. it happens so fast and I find myself laughing without a care in …

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Cavern Cracks

my insides are breaking thanks to mistakes I've been making. I'm not complaining, im happy I'm draining. all the toxin that I thought was medicine, drinking it in, expecting benefit, has finally been revealed, as a time waster and sickness I can feel. Love burned hot enough to melt steel, now I'm ice cold and …

Cleaned out My Car

I cleaned my car out today. it felt a little funny, almost like stepping out of detox therapy. Strange. When I was inside the rugs were littered with debris, conglomerating into a garbage sea. from long voyages across bridges, akin to journeys through the mind. Never finding time to sort through, what came to. Each …

Mental (Hay)Wire

My circuits are crossed, Misfiring synapses The structure collapses All is lost Nothing left Until the next breath What have I forgotten What do I remember? Is it a true memory? Or something I've tempered There's an overload of voltage Running through blown out wires Struggling to forge connection Struggling to force completion The resistance …

Transmutation

Anger is a mask for the hurt inside, I'm doing it to myself now so why am I surprised? I'm not going to allow it to make me bitter, Start to rotate the slate and become better, forever in a few hours Guess now I know how that feels, to imagine every set of wheels …

Cure Through Toxicity

When have I sat, so long and so still Not seeking another thrill, developing new skills, and finally getting my fill Of grief, and falling, not calling out for help. I'm suffering for sure, the hurt is coming in and making me more pure The toxin was the cure. Trust in the process everything else …

Strand Of Silk

There's a sign in the window, from where I stand it reads, Caution, don't love me. So I check the hours and walk on in, the woman at the counter calls out "How've you been old friend? Fancy seeing you again." "I'm already a bit confused, have I met you before, I'm pretty sure, This …

Pilgrimage For My Self

Eyes wide open but I think I'm still dreaming, conciously aware of the illusory fantasy surrounding me. Entrapped within a solid wall of bone, projecting images that I imagine to be home. Pinching flesh to assure myself it's real, what I see might be, but I dont know about how I feel. Walking through fog …

Traditions?/Perception

A message to the Traditional Masculine Male. Do you think that because you don't cry or weep you are strong? When I see your blank stare into her eyes while she pours her heart out, When I see your vacant expression during the moment she says I love you. When I see you logically breaking …