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(2015)
i thought of this today after hearing of the death of a dear soul i once knew
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There’s a war inside of me my lord It’s raging There’s an ocean beneath my feat m… I’m drowning There’s thunder above my head my l…
I often leave my soul unattended o… See I never thought that this sou… I hate to suffer like this becuase… Disruptions and all bad spirits wi… Another hurtful story of another l…
The view is better from in here, Sometimes you see people in black… Sometimes they look better, Sometimes they look worse. I love this view it almost never h…
A canvas in the stream, that’s all my life is as it seems. I have to row each day as i paint… I learn from them and i often cont… I paint the sky as my limit,
There’s life whithin these fingers There’s love whithin these palms There’s hate whithin those memorie… But they’re all left behind. There’s mind within this body
She writes as if though writing wa… It is as if she would drop the pen… Her adjectives made sense entirely… It was as if she had to draw them,… Her wrist turned and twirled as sh…
I gave you a piece of my soul to see, and you destroyed more than I gave you, you even brought those broken pieces back to me to see. My peace of mind, my sacred place in time taken awa...
When you die at a tender age i bet the angels cry. The unnatural state of a parent. To let go of infinite happiness
Take me where the sun always shine… where i live and never die, where pain is never found, where everybody falls but never hi… Take me to a place where i love, b…
No more bright son No more blue skies to flap my wings to spread them wide to learn to fly
there’s a half moon in the night s… the hills I see clearly as they sh… a blanket of smoke rests upon the… the smoke is wildin now as the win… No wait, I think it’s come to pla…
Life asked me once; “What’s the price for your life”? I answered saying; “Not a dime”. Then again I said;
I live without waiting. I am impatient to not just exist. Even a canvas can hold a great sto… Run wild in the streets of this to… Listening to the songs of the bird…
In my chair of nothing I sit. The very chair that keeps me here… Night goes, days die. On and on I sit with my hands on… Plans, dreams, wait upon me.
I am afraid, afraid of who I will… afraid of what they might see. The judges, those that always watc… They will behead me on social medi… I will be nude and read like the e…