If We Are All As Dead
If we are all as dead
As we claim to be
Then are we merely
Skeletal actors
Playing the role of a man
And stiffly mimicking
The beating of a heart?
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When will my heart
Be as full of love
As my mind is full
Of worries?
I inhale lemon.
A sweet breath
That ushers in my sleep,
So then i waver
Into a state
Filled with nothing
Except the scent
Of tangerine dreams.
I wandered into the purple mist
And listened to the eerie croaks
Of creatures in the dark
Paying no mind
To the smoke and haze
That smothers out my spark
I tremble in the cold
Of December
Yet the warmth
In my heart
Lights up my soul
Like the strands of beauty
On the tree
Thoughts on Beauty #2
She saw herself as hideous, so she marked her skin in red. What she never knew was how beautiful the scars were. They were an expression which showed that she could still feel, even after all she had been through. That is more beautiful than any amount of foundation or concealer.
Because of those scars, she knew she could endure.
Thoughts on Beauty #7
The stars hold infinity. Each one is unique and bright, each one is thousands of miles apart and yet still together in one sky- that is why they are beautiful. Is the same not true for humans? We are each different and still connected, and each one of us holds a light inside of ourselves that can change the world. Are we not beautiful in the same way that stars are? Do we not hold infinity in the same way that they do?
Being with you
I felt human agin
But in that moment
There was foreign blood
Pumping in my veins
So I scream out
Feeling raw inside
“I deserve to be loved!”
And listen for the echo
To return from the empty
So it can remind me
That I am
Alone
Tired Thoughts
Some thoughts from my sleep deprived brain on colorblindness:
What if colorblind people are actually seeing things right, and everybody else is actually colorblind?
What if colorblind people can actually see a totally different color and we just call it purple or something?
What if colorblind people are piercing some sort of visible veil, seeing stuff that nobody else can?
Like how language
Gets jumbled over time,
We became two mouths
Tangled in our misery.
Each meaning the same thing
Yet unable to comprehend
The other.
Are we not both proclaiming love
But losing the feeling
By the tossing and turning
Of borrowed time?
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