This is freedom
(2013)
I was having a moment of happiness and wonder, and I wrote about freedom. Enjoy.
I feel it again, The cold seeping into my veins, Like dry ice, My heart hurts so much, I can’t bear to cry
I can’t seem to wrap my head aroun… The proprieties of man have become… To lay down our arms and lessen th… Prepared to be struck down by the… Cold heat burns skin of the poor m…
I’m simply sweet; serene, I’ll have your heart in my palms o… And the next appear as a dream, I cannot travel, my dearest love, I rest as embers burning temperate…
I close my eyes and imagine a worl… Everything in it’s likeliness is b… We are all free and there is no ne… We are careless yet gentle; subtle… Devoted but we will not be possess…
My mind is reeling towards uncanny… I cannot stop my thoughts from tak… I cannot feel as you all feel, fla… I am not afraid of the unknown as… I would rather wander into the dar…
Patiently stumbling over strewn br… Mildew covered moss Shouting into the void of blacknes… Begging the wood for answers Her mind could not find elsewhere
Lost... It’s not where I am or who, Per se But something more Like my skin has sulked calmly fro…
You are a rock, Maybe you never understood this bu… The meaning behind every move not… But felt Feelings are so submissive
In your dark sunset eyes The highs and the lows of the midn… Take me away Drag me far into the night Swallow me whole
Able mounted, swift. You are crescent shaped and rigid, Colloquial, simply complex Paradoxical, congruent Absent minded
I know what it’s like to love you Because I feel it in my bones, The air smells cleaner - purer, And the birds sing in higher tones… My heart skips beats when you’re a…
What does it feel like to burn you… Does it feel good, euphoric? As o… Does the tender sensitivity awaken… Or does it merely elude the solid… What do YOU feel like?
Do not fret, You are but a lost puppet, The show must go on, Bright smile, where are you? A slight kick,
Never have the pangs of desolation… The world is as beautiful as an ic… Cutting through the glass walls li… In this light, the shadows seem al… or dim coves,
The wrinkled red of rose petals is… The blackened edges against burnin… The clichéd prosthetics are searin… And I am a pale, seething body of… I have forgotten distaste, more so…