Category: God

counting sleep

2/18/2017

7 days, 7 nights I spent Hibernating
for 7 days and 7 nights
My eyes were either closed or wet
Reality was the enemy from which I hid
Cloaked in sleep
Reality came with shackles
Shackles I slipped out of
When I slipped into sleep

Unwavering freedom lies in the land of dreams
Slumber soothed me
Placed my soul at ease
But upon awakening
Reality would shake me
Scaring me back to the comfort of my dreams
Frightened I closed my eyes
attempting to escape this space

but life too is but a dream
a dream my fears had turned into a nightmare
a pinch to the arm
revealed the illusion
the demons i cast to scare myself into safety
were unmasked

and only then was i able to rise from my slumber
free to truly dream

time travel

2/6/2017

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Looking back the days feel like months
Moments stretched and pulled by despair
Loosening the threads,
Abusing the elasticity of the fabric,
Leaving the space limp
And elongated past the point of return

Sitting now I feel the moments gently pass
Time has become water down a stream
Or slipping through hands

we spend life
Pushing up our heels
Trying to match Time
Arms outstretched
Fingertips grazing the hem of his cloak
Fists closed grasping the air
We long for Time
As dogs long for their tails

Time, Escapes us with each breath
He runs ahead,
Or so it seems

Hidden in the mind,
We can find the key to Rewind the hands of time
Project ourselves into futures
But first we must shift through the manure
The stench of the past
Scrape the scum from our thoughts
Because it blocks the view
Cleanse so the sun can shine through
And soon we will find
there are ways to penetrate Time

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lissen

2/6/2017

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Creativity, divine intervention
Inward inertia jumping into existence,
From our joints.
Surging through skin
Breaking into time
God speaks in hymns

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Idols

2/6/2017

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I do to people
What Leo's do to lovers I idolize them
Hatch massive gods from their foreheads-
to cast shadows over their demons

I impede on their freedom to fail
To change, To be human
I lock them up
In a castle on a pedestal far, far, far away
From who they really are

I'm drawn to flaws
A broken jaw, crooked teeth, scabs on the knees
Call to me, Grab at me
With their marshmallow mouths
Gentle sensations tugging on my sleeve
Pulling me to flaws
So that I may give them new names
I call them pretty, intriguing, love
People are flawed at the core
But not as passive
For I give them new names
That they don't answer to

I've grown to understand
gods name themselves

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bbygirl

2/6/2017

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Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
But too often the gaze is distorted
By society's lens
So that
They can't see you
And when they do commentary is reduced to ridicule

They may not see
Oh but I do

Hey Beautiful

Yeah I'm talking to you
Hope your days are filled with sun rays
And on the bad days you draw moisture from the rain

The world has convinced you that the darkness of your skin
Means that there is no light within you
How wrong they are
This little light of yours
Flickering in your chest is
Ignited by the same blackness they claim smothered it.

Turn a deaf ear to the world
Feed the flames
Allow your light grow
So bright that they can't ignore
The beauty of your shine.

Hey beautiful,
Say that to yourself sometimes

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counting sleep

time travel

lissen

Creativity, divine intervention Inward inertia jumping into existence, From our joints. Surging through skinBreaking into time God speaks in hymns

Idols

bbygirl

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Creativity, divine intervention
Inward inertia jumping into existence,
From our joints.
Surging through skin
Breaking into time
God speaks in hymns