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With the wind I goWith the wind I go
The wind is carrying me
I'm not moving but I'm floating
I go left and I go right
It's like a second part of me is exploring
I see beauties
I see beasts
I see rights
And I see wrongs
I am illuminated by the sun
I'm struck down by the thunder
I'm flown up high by the wind
I'm crushed down by the attraction
I really feel alive
I really feel like flying
I really feel I belong here.
Listening to stonesListening to stones
Let's take a minute,
And listen to stones,
Take one and put it to your ear,
Listen to it talk loud and clear,
Close your eyes and...
make it speak,
It says it's happy,
it's now hovering in the air,
It's taking some time to take her breath,
But there it is…
There was once a stone,
She was cold and covered in snow,
People would walk over it and not notice it,
People would crush her and make it weak,
But someone came and dug deep,
He took it and brushed the snow off of it,
She said she was glad not to be cold anymore,
But her silence said she wanted more,
But someone took her to its ear and listened…
He listened to her breath,
He listened to her stillness,
He listened to her all the time,
Then he started to hear,
He heard the story about the lake,
How could you live inside the water and not be a fish,
He heard the story about he throwing,
How even a stone remembers it has been thrown,
He heard the story about the question,
To which is answer is yes,
I like trainsI like trains
Yeah you heard well,
I love trains,
But what I love most,
Are the people inside,
I look at them,
And only see good people,
A story for each one,
I like to think of those stories,
Who is going where?
And as I think that,
I see the landscape run around me,
I'm transported to another world,
In which I will stay but a moment,
Until I come back to mine.
I sinkI sink
Each day I sink a bit more
The first day I just knee in water
I pray that everything I'm hearing
That everything I'm seeing
That everything I'm feeling
Is just an illusion.
The second day I lay down
Water starts covering my ears
So I don't hear all those beautiful things
Then water starts covering my mouth
So I'm unable to speak
To yell at the dark
To shot curses at the void
Now the water is covering my eyes
So that i can't see your beauty anymore
I'm blind to everything that could cause me joy
I'm blind to everything that could cause me pain
Finally the water covers my nose
So that I can't breath anymore
Why breath without you?
Why live if I can't see you?
Why live of I can't hear your sweet words?
Why live if I can't say I love you?
Why live if I can't see your beauty anymore?
I will lay down and keep sinking
Rejoin the darkness
Be crushed by the pressure
And then just vanish.
I'm just jealousI'm just jealous
I'm just jealous of you,
I'm jealous of your lustrous body,
I'm jealous of your happiness,
I'm jealous of the things you do that I can't,
I'm jealous because I love you,
I'm jealous because I would do anything for you,
I'm jealous because the mere though of you makes me feel queezy,
I'm jealous because I would like to have you here,
I'm jealous for all those things,
I'm jealous about even more things,
Because I'm just jealous of you.
You're my life lineYou're my life line,
Without you I'll drown,
I'll sink to the bottom,
And in the journey,
I'll see only emptiness,
I'll see only darkness,
At the bottom,
Under the pressure,
In the end,
I'll return to dust.
A given for a lostA given for a lost
I give but I also lose too,
I gave everything,
But I lost equally,
I keep on giving,
I keep on losing,
I must be mad,
I must be crazy,
I must be in love.
I'm betweenI'm in between two angels,
I'm in between two caring people,
I'm in between two good friends,
They give me strength,
They give me confidence,
They give me everything,
I give them my experience,
I give them some presents,
I give them all that I am,
I'm between two lovely girls,
And I'm happy!
It stirs the soulIt stirs the soul
Stir for a bit,
Stir for a bit more,
Stir for even a bit more,
Put everything together,
and you'll get passion,
Then you'll be able,
To defy the impossible,
Then you'll be able,
To imagine the future,
You'll be able,
To change the world,
All this will stir you soul,
This is... TED.
So I heard you wanted to make them like you?So I heard you had someone in mind
Perhaps something more intimate and
So I heard you wanted him to like you,
And I heard you didn't know what to do.
And so I heard you wanted a friend.
Or maybe just one..
And I heard from you, that you want me to like you too
but how, you ask?
you don't need to try.
I mean I heard you wanted to make them like
Wondering how getting the attention of that special someone works?
or perhaps just the friend, you know.
I'm no somebody and preferably just a nobody but
I heard you wanted someone to like you.
So be You.
Expensive LiesI sit and stare at the toilet bowl.
A guy I know is bulimic.
When we compliment him
I see the twist of agony in his eyes
as his brain reprograms it
to sound like an expensive lie
that costs him another tear
in his tattered dignity.
Friends hurry to him,
to reassure him, to love him.
They tell him how beautiful he is.
We didn't know him before,
but he's definitely not fat now.
We whisper things in concern like;
body dysmorphic disorder.
'I know you'll never believe me
but you are so gorgeous -
not just on the inside.' Not just.
And they're right, I join in,
because they are right to say it
because it happens to be true -
he is stunning. Not just on the outside.
And we want him to see himself
the way we see him, beautiful.
And I join in because
I've felt that strangle of pain
in my stomach, bowels and belly,
when someone used to tell me lies.
So I know how he feels.
Only, he is beautiful on the outside
and I'm not.
He's not seeing reality in the mirror
and I am.
And people rush to correc
BeautyI'd rather wear flowers in my hair,
forming a delicate chain
Than diamonds around my neck,
covering my tender blue veins
For with every precious petal
and every lucent leaf
I'm a living lesson
teaching beauty can not be bought
But rather it grows and flourishes
with every living thought
Fearing MeI'm not afraid to cry
and I do it
a lot more than you would guess.
It isn't always sadness,
I just feel like I need to,
feel everything so strongly
that it's the only way
to let go for a moment
because if I hold on for too long,
if my grip gets too tight
I'll break myself,
I will break you like glass
and we will both
I am a good guy
who hasn't yet found a way
to show it,
I am a good guy
who still identifies with the villains,
hides everything important
anything to throw you
off of my trail....
and I don't know why,
but I am trying.
Maybe I think
that if you could see me,
the real me,
you wouldn't want to look anymore,
want to be anywhere near me,
and the idea
that I can't add up
to be enough for you,
to be enough for me,
is so fucking heart breaking
I can hardly fathom it.
I can't say that it doesn't hurt
because it does,
it hurts a whole hell of a lot,
I've come to depend on pain,
to befriend misery
A Kiss not Forgotten (a special tribute)Like a frost spread across valleys silent and dreary,
ever my longing lost in shimmers of shadow & wind
And days bled into years, the seas became deserts
But thoughts of thee would not perish
Thru memories untamed I staggered far and long;
upon solemn nights lit by the torch of your soul
O’ how deep I miss your fragrant cheer ..
Of warm evenings shared across Lake’s reverie,
watching horizons journey into Autumn’s dream
— wherest our hearts once bloomed a fabled sky
Those passions shared will forsake me not
Lest the Moon would bestow solace upon my ache:
I will lay marooned, haunted by thy seraphic-figure,
Or the ever fleeting caress of your gaze ...
So my soul shall yield to this mythic abyss; –
as I peer from my carriage to Nirvana
And thou away, from my arms, the Sun weeps
Unto eternity—my dear beloved, we are entwined
Forever our footprints cast in golden firmament
A kiss not forgotten in a ballet of light softly falling
I now bear the want
you're just a question marki met you so long ago
but back then our bodies were made of metal
and nowadays they’re made of the blades of
grass and dirt settling
underneath my fingernails.
my fingers are having a hard time
reaching the keys and
my organs are shaking mostly because i haven’t
eaten in two days but also
because i’m worried about the things you're doing to yourself.
we didn’t meet very long ago at all but it feels like forever ago
and you say you don’t know me
that you don’t know anyone
but baby you're turning into a skeleton and i’m peeling back my skin
to try and reach my bones, just like you.
i hope you're happy,
i’m covering the hard wood floors now
the bits and pieces splattered.
they are calling it a suicide but i’m calling it
a way to see my brain and
just how dark it has become, and honestly
i don’t want you to try and see about your’s.
i’m mourning the loss of my heart and wish you weren’t either -
Black hole BulimicThe Composition:
I birth poems — not amaranths
in graveyards — not gardens.
sows seeds of doubt
into skeleton weeds.
A farmer plucks the bones
from Apollo's hyacinth; his
I binge on broken
cracked collectors of rocks,
of pebbles kidnapped
from barren beaches:
where crooked kings
buried in books whose
pages creak to crickets
in an abandoned abyss
of an attic—caskets on
an antiquated shelf. I
choke on the dust and
twitch in recoil.
The bickering sky
A cloud coughs—
The clock's scythe hand
swivels to the beckoning
twelve. Spastic ticking—
each bleak stroke
of a midnight heart.
The sundials do not work
now. The vampires know
I kill poems—
obligation steam machineas always
grinding the cankerous
of your cognition
until the lack of compassion
leaves you unlubricated
seized frozen bound stuck
only then the machine of
your fears will burst to steam
squealing to suckle
at the genius of my
the unsung soiled hero
of middle-class ferocity
savior of the undeserving
winding slowly deftly dying
martyr to the self-justified cause
as love for summer fades.late morning-
there's the tease of
snow in the clouds,
in the air, and the trees
have finally lost their
the sunlight is damp.
alters the room
as it graces my skin,
and for once
i don't wake up right away.
instead i lay
between my memory bitten
sheets, and i think
about all the times he said
that he hated winter.
i don't remember
when i began to love it,
and i don't care.
nothing can shatter that.
It's magicalYou know it's magical
When you look at someone
And your heart start racing
When you think of this someone
And smile intensely
When you imagine yourself with her
And automatically feel happier
We're all magicians!
Because our heart is racing
Because we smile intensely
Because we like to feel happier
This moment is magical
Because I'm thinking of you
And my heart is racing
My lips are curling into a smile
And my inner self is feeling happier already
All of this is thanks to you!
You're a magical girl
And I'm under your charm.
LithiumA single trickling rain drop
Like gossamer silk strands
Gliding along my third eye
Whispers wind's secret caress
I exhale. Lungs releasing-
Pressing translucent memories;
Fragment of a fragment
As water kisses rose petal,
Drifting down stream's curtain
Pretty little curtain.
Where the wizard lies.
He smiles up at me
With his monocled brow-
Sipping on warm tea
And fingers quacking casually
To the rhythm of his notes
This is a safe-zone. Free-zone.
Innocent eyes sparkle,
Imploring it to be true. I breathe.
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