antisocialpoetry

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hello

opening my head to light im heading light headlights in my head tonight im extra light looking for a special plight to penetrate set a flame its the end of days im trekking to the brighter side to find a mic and make some sense to this head that ive ascended in everything black and white again pretend to be having fun, have  a fun deciet ill be laughing up a speak thats enough to hassle one to preach im passed the bluff and bleek in the dead of night i write in the lamplife of a green tint that sends a shine to interest i might peek im enlisted in my life as a warrior of weeping crystals in the eyes rinsed off in the bleeding of the impulse under ice to kick off to the deepness break a foot to find a ledge for lifting out of thick demise this town is winterized and theres nothing left but sleepers who wince away the night under cradle spinners to dream of christmas time among the coal and craters withered with the ice and other frozen features in the tundra where i lie beneath abandoned bleachers strumming out my time to keep from numbing fingers and the winter takes its time we pay the price to sleep here awake as others slide into the lake to run and hide while i obey the busty bride of the rains, and the skys command and reigns to guide my hands a slave to my own chance to make a way with my own life and im a weight holding myself up because above is something beautiful a persuit to everyone and we're unusual like each and everyone else, cant help ourselves but keep moving through along on and out the music through our thoughts mutual with the queuing of the stars in their loopty loops like bruises to our hearts with open soars we climb in through the sky to cry clinging to our lost cause a hope can never find and certainty is hurdling us blind open up your eyes and see with me the meanings we can hold so close to keep from freezing in the dark where the deepest regions of our heart are unseen in demons we're dreaming of an ark to flee and plead for peace in peaceful panic a static in the calm something to keep us planted in these feeling we've long lost to slumbering and chanting out the reasons of a false people who we aren't who can really reach into your heart to see right through to the meaning at the start that spark thats heating you despite the leash thats led you on to break you like a beast thats bred to bark we can take you to a place where you can free yourself in art and stay awake until you sleep to heavens harps never hate because the healing has to start and we cant wait forever, everywhere is love leap in darkness, sheathe your sword and hug we need to know what's what with everyone before we beam them up beneath the second sun whos heat is never harsh shriek to heavens stars, cus we can reach their with our words if we can speak here from the deepest of our parts and breathe between the bars then this prison isnt holding us too far from knowing that relief is always closer than our hearts and flowing with the beat and we can biuld up with our arms or biuld up with our dreams putting out a fire and putting up a screen to filter out the tar from the rivers from the streams from the poison in hearts that positions us in scenes where we toy around with scripts that never fit our feelings but im boiling out the ick and this is what it means to be in love to be in self control when no one notices you are and no one knows the way, i look when im asleep i keep my eyes open to the heat, and cool down in the morning boring you to Z's with rerun stories now im writing off my sleeves they went missing now there's no cards i can keep hidden oh, well, i'm still me and freer than the ocean tide can teach listen its a whole new side of me this side that i pressed on while sleeping tidely in a dream where the secrets from outside me were within and i could reach them like making animals my friends im feeling like, every thing will work tonight nothing couldnt turn out right, im turning right to stop crashing into action with my urgent eyes unlocked and nowhere else works now but here when lost i open up my eyes to all i couldnt find out from the moss and now my minds out side of the box im breathing fne funny how easy it is guess that stale air had me feeling sick im feeling fine teetering in the fog fleeing from the phone and all the things i need to leave at home ill live electric outside of the internet to reconnect my nexus im unplugged and this is what it means to feel in love and im alone but i am with you where the stars seam our differences apart and each instance holds the intent of our arms to reconnect our parts we can live alert or even leave out all the work and live in homelessness where judgement doesnt jerk its head too lower at it hurts to feel that earth is not our only spot to perch, who needs ocean when the open taps still work im thinking, lets go somewhere inthe kitchen on vacation and live our life for the duration take in all you can and stand for your ovation vacant lots condemned but we can make this home no missing arms or legs for kicking off the fence so hey lets go and bring along our friends we'll sing our songs by glow of firelight and lend eachother warmth entire nights alone beneath the silent skies soaking through our diamond eyes glowing with our souls like northern lights rotate with the poles no one likes to go away alone we go by thrice and throwaway phones disposing life to grow from the bones it bolsters light to glow where it won't behold, tonight the ocean unfolds and we set forth to rinse the crud from our cores and catch a life, from the coins tipped out midflight taken with the tide, to no-mans land to side and no one stands beside, us because we're under where the open sands provide the prey no cover and love is on our minds its somewhere bright where no one suffers my one dream thats worth the time it takes to be there when i could be here alive whispering to the trees at night they gift me with their ripest seed to carry to the dirt and bury for rebirth it works and isnt very much that i could do to show my gratitude for giving up its energy, to form a taste for me, to touch and to  take with me, to toss unto the ground, renewing stock such a sight, to measure growth in gifts we've lost, in light but hope is still our host and we're at home right where we are beneath the stars where they roam to waves unknown with open arms we feel the forces of the dark set our pulses to a spark where we play part in the pole dance of the earth we hold our hearths apart to bridge the spaces where one cant make out much

#1 take

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Poetical Developments

Keep things that are not worth taking...

Chinese people are good at video-gaming...

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im not sorry

im not shit im just sorry sick of this why am i so hypnotised waking up in the middle of dreams they start so well but end up like why cant i do more for me whats holding me back who is being hurt by reading this I hope you relapse and curse yourself for three months. Im sorry. I dont feel right. Talking to myself is insane. This wont help. This is a new pain. I must cut this out. I must not post this. This is a sick route. To going about exposure. This is a let down. To depthful thought and loners.

#im sorry

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fk wid it boii

cant fkkfkffkfkfkfkfkf with a sound like drowning in the black light lamp shade shredding into back blades laugh and ill never be worth anything everyone has something to stab to pretend tobe loved ill never see what the fk is up with this shit sick i cant believe what youre handing me is make believe i make my own and if it dont fit it fk it i made alot of money doing shit that stunk up the block where i carved out a home with sword and an army of ogres clawing at the door its the monster come back for his mountain shut it keep it closed put up a sign in the mornign says sold. ... not much to say no wals to break no fks to give so what so its over now going down wit hthe clutch of a fist in the clouds bringing down the world for a glimpse its a whore give it wings let it soar fly away fly away fly im gonna stay by chilling in the lay by grilling any stranger with the ground break up in the thousands danger layer by layer outcomes play out player to player outdo anyone at anything but only if it stands infront of something prettier get ahead by any means ressurect the rictor recongise a better life next to nothing and nothing better shine. I never liked watching my live a life scholding and prod by the foundation growth of a lost space parasite lonely teleport a postcard kindness in softmore mileage rust seperate shake from a meyser. ... linux lost 2 thousand eggs   braids of a lost hair treading leviathin deadened deaf xylophone weaponry in dialtone telepathy execute silence prone to messenging, its never in my eyes alone, and nothing better, but a dark lightened rope, and the world grows violent and cold shut up

#yes #indeed #also #and #or #in #if #plus #additional #subtraction #subliminal #religious #epiphany

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Night

At night I watch the sky. So many friends supposed to die. To the very end evade the hate.  Can’t compensate defence for anything. They say everythings a poison depending on the dosage. I got high to impress my homies. I got by without them but I forgot to try. Always high as hell. Thought I was in heaven until we fell. Deeper into drugs, Sleepless if we weren't bugging. I was a fucking genius. I'm nothing. I've learned to be something devious. Self destruction is my only thesis. Attract diseases, latch like leeches. Slippin faster away. But I always come back to this stage. Attacking my ways, mocking redemption. Acting all crazy and lost when a better lifes a step from the pages I toss. I can't walk away from these memories. They're everything I'm not. I've become dependant on the fantasies. It costs a lot to live with nothing. I don't buy your bullshit bout’ trying to live a life with no chance to find the light. Spinning in a slow dance. Transfixed on the foreground. Romance... dead. But the body won't go down. Floating all alone now. Nobody wants to warm a corpse up. Hork up my old routes and formulate a new view. I can walk anywhere when I'm with you. Right. But I'm tired to. Night.

#Cellar Dork #Poetry #Poem #Night

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That’s a big heart. Where did it go?

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You write very well..what pushes u soo deep?

I guess just the need to play with the regular and turn it into something twisted. Also to impress girls!

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Another one you won’t read

This is a blank space. Where I can enjoy myself. Where I can lie to myself. What can I do to you. That I haven't already promised. I'm moving through this blank space. Weaving words. A blanket to keep me cold. Where can I dive next. Accidents make sense to me. The world is a blank space. Sensory deprived. I warm myself in melting elements. Fear is rinsed with my saliva. I'll find a map. An accurate blueprint of the pleasure. A codename to help you remember. Where I am. How I can. What must I do to you. Help me hold you under. Rinse your fear in my saliva. Dive into the forgotten. A depth of perception to seep inside. Flesh you can't hide behind. The world is a blank glance. A chance I can understand. Under pressure pressing up through glass. A land I can conquer blind. Sliding through slips that test my strength. Render my surface shattered. Shafts of light beside the curtains. Clash with a silent plight. The stains on my page are dancing. A vibrant sign of change. Ignite trail leading to my Eden. Sacrifice my innocence. Bite my apple and pierce your ears. Diamonds I can reflect my eyes with. Where will I dive next. Craving accidents. I forgot the world was perfect. Being awful. Full of awe. Inspiring me to fill this blank space. Weaving words. That feel so right. But come out wrong. This was a blank space. Now its a graveyard of broken bones. What did I do to deserve. This shifting silhouette. Of cursed soil. Under pressure pressing up through glass. Shards I can count myself apart of. Departing fast. I'm broken. And there's no going back. To that blank space. Where I was whole in myself. In ignorance of my world. I've always been a blank page. Weaving words on everyone elses. This was my blank space. Now it's a blanket to keep my cold. As I spit from your mouth. Your words are worthless to me. Accidents are accidents. Goodbye.

#Amy

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Monkey (Gravity 2)

Enough's been said but done not so much. Locking up my head with my body, crunched in the fetal position. I fiend the emissions of the radio to explain my soul to anyone willing to listen. I'll funnel my guts through your ears to fuel your circulatory system. Pump this with your blood. Bump this with your pulse. I pull strings off puppets picking them. Vibrate with my linguistic imagery in a time frame where I can paint the gravity of gods plan. I say "Live happy. Try not to think." He says "Be happy." So I have a lot to learn. Swerving through the odd kinks in this interstellar tube to you. Catching feels in astrofields. I want to always kneel in praise of something I can't feel or say, but know I have to stand to seize the day. There's no easy way to retrieve your fate when you're trying to see it before it's even made to greet prepared for any features that might have decided to meet that day. I'd like to be vibrant enough that speech could be silenced so people could secretly admire me find peace in the agreement i'm likely god or like him, instead of a leech or virus seeking a host to hide in. I need to be more for my self and others. If I really knew who I was I wouldn't be trying to skim acceptance from your eyeballs. Flutter and I'll freefall. Love is like a fine silk. Landing on unknown continents to conquer them to find it. Attraction killed the compass. The poles flip back and forth without even ever touching. I've said enough now. I'm done now. Whatever, fuck it. If I don't finish with a big bang I never started. I like to cycle like I'll never touch the lava. Evolutionary jumps like a monkey raised by scientists at NASA. I throw my shit around trying to hit the jackpot while sitting down, typing gibberish violently on my laptop to hype up some little kids who backtalk each other with knives, bricks, and bats. Lockpicks gripped tightly. Sleight of hand like Nascar drivers. But lefty's loosey? I have the right to live better then a bad joke. But jesters live in castles while most comedians are flat broke. I want to rip a strippers titty tassles for bad milk. Sounds fun, right. I act up like I brought a gun to a pillow fight. I'm still alive despite a million ideas for killing time.

#Poem #Poetry #Cellar Dork #Gravity

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Hades

Star face arcade crunk stuffed bird brain. Marmalade rush crawling cockroach from arcane box. Broke heart shaped lock. Lamp post lighthouse pulls flies out dog skulls. Guiding a synchronised alignment. Moth girls visualise a false gods promise to polish off earth busy racing its clouds. Crystal clam pearl shimmers bobbling on a lava pit placed in the mouth of a magic fish. Wisdom swimmers gobbled as the sky folds monster lips caving around the acolytes faith in their prowess. I've saddled mountains. Lasso'd satellites casting shallow eclipse. Bathing in power. Meditated in afterlight to daze and astound magistrates ancient as howling labyrinths. Traveling the belly of a basilisk raveled round a celtic cross that preys on my health. Whispering mantras of an inner Om through the collective unconscious intercom, correcting obnoxious F bombs turned straight A's when I rocked the top stage to the ground. I leveled out the pillars so now I know how to put the H before L's. With Es in the middle, and Z's there at the end, and since these turtles never sleep; hairs never win. I flaunt a bald chin. Training pigs to shave their skin back, flayed, cus' I bet the big bad wolf just had a big bad day. Kill that frown. Drown a fish? Black paint. Now go scale your tank in a tint that fades. Somebody bring back Aids. I miss that craze. When parents had something to bitch at that wouldn't bitch back through tin can string. My tin cap stinks. I could rinse? Fact. I could also bridge some cliffs back taped thin stacked paper wings on a missed draft. Thanks, but I think. Fact. Tracing a blueprint with blue words. Shopping at the last sec' for computer resolutions at New Years. I'm always stuck with the last pick like boogers. I'm Laughed at after the main attraction like bloopers.

#Poem #Poetry #Cellar Dork #Hell

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Random Shit I Had Fun Writing

Sick and alive, and I think twice think fast. Kill time drinking spine slime slinking through kinks in tubes underneath the sink Blood diseases constricting my vessel funneling sand through tunnel under a paradise defused parachuting parasitic synthetic seraphim frantic. Phantom limbs held hands in Serabus clamps electric aeroglyphs comb gravel for stray air strips. Here stood a hundred clocks colluding clicks in their tongues to talk to the sun Wake down and the water rushed face up with a gatling gun shaving acne bumps. Free base jumped a frost bed side sunken ship mother must've lost the right to side with her bed time and time and time again again again and I'm alive a live a light a drift a draft a drafted king a king in crowds of crowded crow. A crowbar could barter space. A space ship spun out of control dunked atmospheric pressure cracked the dome and a billion butterflies dropped dead to spin their embryonic web in afterglow corona bloat. Catacomb bastard home alive a lone sheep counting cloud clones to measure the collateral from level ten under boss battle cutscene leaking pixel out unplugged screen. I'm grey matter fugly frey chaser chugging tugboat race tension in tucked throat skin head popped daisy field from black magician sleeve concealing magic beanstalkers dropping seeds off at nightcare with flightplans in freeform. A fight scene struck filament collateral lit an LED element in aftershock. Espers six scent jetpack propulsion pulsed expanding fulcrums ticking off lichen caught in celestial levees. A levitating emporium explored in an extraterrestrial organism orbiting pleiades, pilot soul extract spit an elixir of X matter contrail mix mastered an equilibrium cut from the middle of a squishy mannequin managing a million mantis marathon. Manic in unanswered space I spoke in a wind carried disease of a foreign descent exacerbating peripheral pasture racing. Future alter puked through coniferous tube. Traveling a whisper up the nile projectile in tribal trivialities family fusion lubed lotus lock up. Lotion mood mad maximized prophets hale bop tassel light tailing acidic afterlife on the back of a casperbot astronauts alibi.  

#Poem #Rap #Poetry #Random #Bullshit #Cellar Dork #I'm better than your favorite rapper

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Beggars

I wanna' live forever but everybody's getting old. I can't live for myself so I'm just living alone. I'm addicted to censory. Living through machines to express my need to live independantly. Everything glows so dull. I'm hungry but me belly full. I'll never know enough to stop improving. I replace ideas fast enough to never use them. I hate expressing strong emotions but I love the idea of feeling small and broken, so I talk alot of bullshit as if I walked out the bull ring with red eyes bulging, but I never stepped inside. I can barely break out the play pen. Too busy knocking over building blocks imagining they're city blocks. The city talks but you block her out. I listen as she calls for help but I'm not gonna' answer. Acknowledge a ghost once and it could haunt you forever. Beggars can't be chosers so lose the thought you're better if you hear her to cus' she wants any attention she can scavenge from the memories locked in the boxes packed in this monstrous attic, where forbidden knowledge is trapped under stacks of thoughtless rabble. We're all lost in constant action so let's stop and just watch what happens.

#Poem #Poetry #Cellar Dork

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It takes...

It takes a lot to do a little. It takes a little to think a lot. It takes a digger to build a lot. It takes a lot to build a little. It takes a space to say something. It takes something to say to say nothing. It takes a hole to feel filled. It takes movement to stay still. It takes two to make one. It takes a fall to stay up. It takes your all to give up. It takes a toll to hop borders. It takes a dollar to fall shorter. It takes mortality to feel alive. It takes a battle scene to be at peace. It takes half to see between. It takes back what it gave. It takes a lack to feel a need. It takes time. It takes money. It takes lives. It takes something to lift the sky. It takes falling to respect its weight. It takes god to reject your faith. It takes sight to notice you're blind. It takes focus to notice you're out of line. It takes shame to do whats right. It takes blame to forgive. It takes will to let it be. It takes everything you are to be yourself. It takes an easy way out to pull through. It takes a push to step back. It takes a look to let it pass. It takes a crook to be straight. It takes a trace to find your form. It takes more than you can gain waiting for the right day. It takes a worm to catch a fish. It takes a bowl to replicate its home. It takes a dish and a knife to filet its flesh. It takes salts to savor its fullest flavor. It takes a freezer to save it for later. It takes a heating appliance to eat it in safety. It takes a set of teeth to slice through its tendons. It takes patience to catch it. It takes a lack of appetite or compassion to throw it back in. It takes a fisherman to catch a little one and let it go to grow its lineage. It takes a minute to think of a future to move into it. It takes the ability to make a difference to live. It takes to take, and it gives to give.

#Poem #Poetry #Cellar Dork

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What am I saying?

What the fuck do you mean I don't mean what I say I mean to say. So you're saying what I say means nothing? I mean I mean to say I mean to say something. You should say something that means something to me for once. For once I mean what I'm saying. I mean... FUCK IT!

#Poem #Poetry #What? #Cellar Dork

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Leeches

Can't write cus' I'm bored. I only see the negative. Can't ever let it grow enough to gain it's perspective. My soul is so collective. Collecting bones on the beach. Stretched shore to birth a beast. So conceited seated in her warmth, gnawing the teat with teeth as sharp as sarcasm drawing out the truth in long gasps of lapsed thought. I'll last longer than I can scratch the cash spot. The lottery laughs a lot cus' we all dig with coins. Nails chewed til' the gaps soft. Tips are poised to catch fallen stars that'll rip are arms off joints on impact. Lost the point, cus' I've writ past where the lead edges a sawdust surface. Words still lack. Lust for purpose and fuck the facts up early. Slipped back to where the bed edges an awkward curve in the sunken mattress. Murky depth black the hair her head messes, The sharpest words in loving sentiment. Sucking poison for controlled injection with a perforating tongue that spits a perfect painting hung on a dirty canvas. Lurking in a garden lacking in personal options, watching. A haunted shame in uncertainty never thought of til' love unveiled the curtain keeping god off your ass once bare in your innocence. Spit in the mirror to clear it up. Keep rolling me back. I'm forthright when I want to be left. Cus alones nice sometimes when you're always a bump ahead of my pulse. Signs dead. Light in my eyes red stop. Dig the X's and find what I'm hiding under the stares as encompassing as thunder spread in sheets, yet as seemingly blank as the boxes beside the only questions I care for. Thanks. Cus uncertainty is shame. I only know god as hes judging my naked skin, a dirty painting on a canvas. Pure in the light of a cave where I serve sentences with paper to burn when a draft hits. Cracked in my walls perhaps so my god can laugh at the flaws planted in his drafted pawns. I need a craft kit to create and relate. Laugh at my seeds fate, flawed. Detachment is easy. I got a matchstick. Gripped loosely. I'll scuff on your shoe. Heat needs friction. So does the glue in between the perfect pieces your fit on a canvas of sand. Shifts and sinks slowly. The faster you fight the tighter it grips. Coals in the fire boiling the mire below are stone fixed with a force that morphs diamond in molting pressure of a moment unnoticed in the course of a life lived focused on slivers of pictures posed together as if their binded by choice instead of the shame in uncertainty. Purpose is a point that decays as you work it in the same spot. Take off. Take on the world and make god take up a day job. Say what? Say when. Midnight and I'll flip from a friend to a fiend. From afraid to offend. To a friend from a fence you can cleanse dirty deeds with. My friends turned to leeches. Lent time turned tabs when teacher turned substitute for his own lack. Lust for purpose from his own class turned trap he wiggled in to prove trust in loose masks. The mystery mistaken as weakness. Lost the keys to his lab. Moved that his students would stay on the weekends. Feigning disease in the face of his treatment to make him believe they weren't anchored by deep seated quasars to seem queezy on face. Cards discreetly illuminated cus' his game was easy to guide, a gold line his character winds through the fable of life he writes, unable to find his way through relation. It's amazing he doesn't mind the shame in being untied to a medium. Seeks to save himself through the lives of the lonely people who leech from him.

#Poem #Poetry #CellarDork #Leeches

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Nowhere to Go (Apocalypse 2)

There is nowhere to go. No one to help us out. No way to make it around This one trick pony show.

Numb to blow the smoke from charred gums. Overdose on tar gunk. Throw us overboard. Gargle arsenic to curb the plack. Excess abscess. Burn the back of throats choking on carcinogenic Jack and Jilted masks. Milk carton mugshots to build a tolerance with tin cans to spit our teeth in tied to strings I shake a stick with missing persons I haven't met yet. Spilling salt over cold shoulders to preserve for a tomorow reversed at midnight, still sliding under ladders mistaking snakes with shortcuts. Close calls to four walls with three wheels short one. Over all I'll never get over all the old ruts. Good news is under assessed. Stuck in distress,

and there is nowhere to go, no one to help us out, no way to make it around this one trick pony show.

I'm stuck on this fucked up tilted globe with nowhere to go. No way to make it around. I'm taking it down word by word. No one is up for saving us now. I'm laying them down one by one. Done waiting around for someone to come. Take me out with the bust of a gun.

Pasting, a mouth musters a month of pain in a sound of disgruntled mumbles aimed at the ground to bounce a thunder pulse in butterfly effects, hurricanes sputter out fissures splitting geoplates, wrestling polar ecosystems of heat and rain to birth terrain of crippled stability, a rippled fragility destined to be reclaimed.

#Poem #Poetry #CellarDork #Nowhere #Apocalypse

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Scars (Ocean 2)

I know one day. All our scars will wash away. I know one day. All our scars will wash away. Like electric cubicles of red, green, and blue in blots that configure the screens we watch. I've seen a brighter side asleep in dreams. The heavens whispered of crystal beings that seep through our thoughts at night. A savior shaved from blocks of glacier ice, will wake them up as all of us have washed aside, to tally up the costs we all have priced behind the distortion of glossy eyes. I'm taking off to fly away. You're wrong. I'm always right. If not I'm wrong on purpose. You can't purchase god in a picture You can't capture an instant of everything. All will be delivered along its path. Pretending you're the king or the queen of this rock is all you have to talk about. I'm gone for now. Never coming back. Til' you all have drown, to measure what you cast. You better talk some trash. You better walk some laps. You better not impact another's thoughts of crashing, or another bolt of lighting will stun your soul in frightened hopeless madness. Adding onto your infinite repentance in the cleansing power of total collapse. The curtains will close but no one will clap. And the words you last spoke won't haunt any ghosts in the crowd, but I'll be there just to show you out. No wolfish glare or smirk to tell you I told you so. You can only guess how much I care for the soul you own, though its owner, no. Only knows the fear of falling overboard. I'll show you though. How to swim. The ocean flows in motion kept in synch with its floating hosts. So see the sea. Cold and alone, leap from the peak. Come clean. I lept and let my reasons free. Flushed my demons needs. The salt will eat away your flesh. Bare your soul in depthless form. Be fond of change. Will all your scars to wash away. Undaunted, stretch your wound anew, and move instead of pretending to, as the universe is moving you.

#Poem #Poetry #CellarDork #Ocean