abolish.that sits in the back of my throat
waiting for the noise to sound
the sign to begin
the war of hearts
to eat the man alive
and betray every
sense of affection.
sept, juilletNot in the way that I live my life, but in the way you see it with those thick blues upon me like spider bites to irritate the direction, distract the intentions for which I consume the days like fruit from the sky, sinking teeth into juicy flesh of memories, tragedies and truths.sept, juillet
I see you like that sometimes, like you mentioned in my dreams, you were once a child swinging with the ropes from the tree that stung your skin yesterday, because you are now free of that innocence, free of that ‘breathe like the sky lives within you’ way of thinking.
I am sorry you forgot about all this, but I must remind you cause he’s still there.
he says..There is this fire insidehe says..
passion like the north side of the moon
and it grows, embers and all
with the wind, as it blows towards August –
near sand, rocks, waves and those ever-knowing birds
that know when its time to come to the shore, come to feed.
The foam of this oceans puss sits between my toes
and all the mush on the west-line of the world
brushes me to exfoliate my soul to that colour, you know that tone that shade that reminds you
every morning to just breathe.
I burn like that volcano up north
but its just the summertime
and
The trees that mark the pathDo you see it? The day breaks in two before us, consoling our souls. For we are playing the parts of idols. Greed and infatuation, smearing with every step, they breathe together like you and I tried to. But, it’s the sun and his mercy upon us to relieve our deeds and deny the seeds we have imparted – upon your belly, between my knees.The trees that mark the path
The tongue is coarse and is already forgetting the taste of your cotton stain.
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i missed you!
~M
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"I'm not the Kool-Aid man, either- he just busted through big walls, and told people to drink refreshing sugar water. I can't break through thick walls- I have to piece them apart, brick by brick..and there's only one door. Through Heaven."~s0lidsn4k3
btw, I've got almost identical photos of paris that are ready for upload
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moving me with a sound.
opening me within a gesture.
drawing me down and in,
showing me where it all began..
thanks for the fav:!
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"ART is a lie which leads you to the truth"
*indonesia~soerabaja~canada-club~Singaporeans
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