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A galloping halo in my head
Hums hymns against hybrid sins
Odd formations on my skin like maps
Leading me astray through sweat sodden paths
Navigated by flesh
A canonical thirst for hands
On hips, they swing open like holy books
A pendulum to cut me in half
Overflowing the brim
Feeling me
Filling me
Hums hymns against hybrid sins
Odd formations on my skin like maps
Leading me astray through sweat sodden paths
Navigated by flesh
A canonical thirst for hands
On hips, they swing open like holy books
A pendulum to cut me in half
Overflowing the brim
Feeling me
Filling me
Literature
I Found It.
A breeze washed over
the shivering hills
allowing them to rise and
fall
like a mothers gentle hush
Quieting the sun-rays
to curl within the drops of dew
and nestle atop the trees
catching flight
upon a beating butterfly
and dispersing amongst
spinning auburn creeks.
the wind gently tugged
at a mass of wild hair
Strays unraveling
as invisible
fingertips
danced through the
songbirds lullaby.
Fingers lost in buttercups
and eyes merely resting
where the sky meets the earth
laughing in colorful shades
and spinning
in the watery sunset.
I have found happiness.
Literature
i could be nothing
some days you look at me as if i am
worth remembering,
glances studying my face like a road map.
but mostly, i find your eyes stuck in the static
of the pavement, or lost
in the clouds
gathering before lightning.
and we never promise anything, just share the air like strangers
when we don't know what to say.
(it always ends with a silence more desolate
than broken trust.)
you said this is the calm before the storm
but what if
it never slows down
enough for me to notice
that there are days when we can exist
without doubting every second. you have a tendency to whisper
too quietly, leaving room for me to imagi
Literature
I Take It Slow
This feeling of life passing me is back
Makes me feel like I'm on the wrong track.
Everyone has a life they are living
Makes me think: is it worth all the giving?
Am I the one who has to fade away?
Giving myself is a price I must pay.
Destined to be a living sacrifice
Wandering between the naughty and the nice.
No big moment stands out from the past year
Neither moments of joy, anger or fear.
Rather the moments that I think are sweet
Feeling the sea sand covering my feet.
Others rush their lives, but I take it slow
Making memories, leaving a warm glow.
I don't follow the footsteps of a fail
Instead I make my own and leave a tra
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