Keep Me SafeStranger, I don't know who you are Or why you're here or where you're going The depth of your person is unknown to me And frankly, I'm not intriguedKeep Me Safe
I've been walking blindly all night up 'til now As lost as when leaving my house Unguided, alone, I'm holding out a hand And ask for you to grab it
Simply hold me as we stand here Below a shimmering street light
Let your arms rest upon my back
Until my breath has returned to me
Because there is no one waiting for me
I have no good friend to call No significant other, no worried dad I
Breathe onHold on breathe on this song is wrong your voice is gone but do hold onBreathe on
hold on stay strong all good's
been done but still,
go on
breathe on breathe on
Melting GlassOur glass of wine lived long and true Dionysus blessed our love He put us safe in the cabinet An Eden of only you and I How we eternally smelted togetherMelting Glass
Today, that perfect state is melting Not too slowly, neither soon But just as sure as solar walks
As sand we began, like art it became Ashes to ashes, now earth again
I cry in silence, as I think you do Comprehension is such a luxury
This circle was made to be abstract An accident, or a tragedy
Is it simply life as it should be
Sing, my darling spilling wine
Yes, the known
SpaceSpaceSpace
there are
prints in the
sand but
the wind blows
And there is only space
within I dig force in, push out only breath if that no blood no pulse
adrenaline amphetamine
less than I could
deny existence or trauma
a drama none but me a mini-me?
Space is thickened lack of air life deficient
trapped in here
still tripping on pillows soft like
cushions made of iron
barbed and spiked
and
lamentFrosted wings and angel-cake smiles Beneath the smear of every sin-stained tear And the hymns of forget-me-nots And the voices like stiletto heels Thin, fragile, too high to walk in You bow your head between the pews Like a broken vessel scattered on the shore The sea too far out to reachlament
You never really did fit in
Little lines drawn on your palms. They look at you, condemning; It doesn’t mean anything.
Hold your head high, close your eyes, Let just one speck of blood fall from your lips; One for the emptiness Two for the empti
What does your art mean to you?
Optimism
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And the soul outwears the breast,
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-George Gordon Byron
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And the soul outwears the breast,
And the heart must pause to breath
-George Gordon Byron
My poetry
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And the soul outwears the breast,
And the heart must pause to breath
-George Gordon Byron
My poetry
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Now-a-days i just dont care.
do you have a broken heart? i have a cure---> [link]
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And the soul outwears the breast,
And the heart must pause to breath
-George Gordon Byron
My poetry
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Now-a-days i just dont care.
do you have a broken heart? i have a cure---> [link]
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And the soul outwears the breast,
And the heart must pause to breath
-George Gordon Byron
My poetry
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