Tag: healing
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Flush
I love peace More than I love you And you adore chaos more than my low toned-chatter It’s over now so it doesn’t matter But if I ever see you later or in the hereafter, Will you join me in my peaceful chaos?
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The Dead Return
In hell Not a prayer Nor a chant Will save you… Only the hand Of a nameless demon You call friend Will console… Only a love of one whose heart has hardened and melted under the flames will be your only home and with tears and few words spoken will everything undone, everything fucked thrice…
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Storm
At some point you learn That the only true freedom From pain Is a valiant effort At moving Towards it…
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Laugh Out Loud
What makes anything beautiful, what gives it life, is the experience it has had. We stare at a certain painting and become mesmerized by something unexplainable-there is an emotion, a life, a story that it has lived. This is the essence of all things worthwhile. They are neither fabricated or desired. Instead, these are the…
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A Green Rose Named Frankie
It’s surreal to reflect on how a thing, a substance, sometimes so small, sometimes invisible to the human eye can, utterly destroy a life. Sometimes, these things appear to be beautiful in their rawest form. A swaying cocoa plant or a vibrant poppy add beauty to the fields they inhabit. It’s astonishing and at the…
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Ambula
time and time and again… time and again i have lost the path and found it again in an inescapable breath a treadless path unyearnable and anticlimaxically predisposed to unloved silhouettes dancing in the crimson shine of the night we are here alone prolonged by unsung silence mischievously hummed by a lone choir of tears…
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Samba
the truth is a lone white beast gasping for air in a dense lair, a colorless place in which we stare into suffering echoes that riot within the startling marrow… the abysmal darkness says hold on and the pale beast screams “let go!” oh, who am I and what is my face in the world…
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Womb
Fall… fallen far beyond reach into the cotton teeth of an anhedonic wound I twist seeking an open passage through scattered dramas… my invisible love- will you still love me even with all the constricting traumas? With this slithering tongue I’ve birthed and buried every sage broken and recreated the fabric of every cage… Fallen,…
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Pour
watery eyes crowned with laughter or frowns eyes that either float atop amber waters or with a simple gaze drown… taken by constant whirlwinds with brief interludes of peace only the smooth streams of poured bourbon can stunt the roaring belly of the waking whirlwind there’s a promising shore close by with dancing guides with…
Healing Through Words 