You can't fade away.

The mind and heart,

Won't let you get away.

Do You Know

Do you know how many years it's taken

To see my bare skin

And love it?

Do you how many times I tried

To forgive the face in the mirror

Before it took?

Do you know how many nights

I only ever seemed to be sliding backbackback

Before I could tell

I was moving forward?

We are all first drafts of our favorite stories

Before we can be glossy hardcovers

And we are all the hero

Hidden in the pages.

This one hits hard

Take me

Back to the sea

Before I was worried

About everything

My soul will always remember an ember that became a fire then turned into a phoenix in November

I Want to Live

I want to love-

Love with my heart crashing into ashes;

I want to hate-

Hate with my eyeballs burning into nothingness;

I want to take-

Take all that I need and all that I don't need;

I want to give-

Give all that I have and all that I don't have;

I want to kill-

Kill til the world is barren of grass;

I want to heal-

Heal all the wounds that I'll regive;

I want to live

If Only

Love

Death

Cycles

Love is found

Death is had by all

If only these two were reversed

Mañana

Y el olvido que yo no quiero,

lo veo cada vez más cerca.

Y el adiós que más temo

pronto saldrá de tu boca.

Deseo sea en nuestro lecho de muerte,

Y presiento es en uno de estos días.

Tus palabras dulces

adornan lo amargo de su verdad.

Soy un cuerpo pasajero por tu sendero,

lo has dicho y no es reclamo,

mas me entrego toda

como sino hubiera mañana,

porque quizá mañana ya no llega.

I thought that love was in the sex

but the more sex I had

the more love they took from me

and they could never get enough.

A bird is flying In the nameless sky, looking for tomorrow, searching for tomorrow

Little Fire

"My heart

and my soul

not kin to this world"

(Does a single flame in a frozen oceanic world sense

and feel it's own warmth?)

Warmth...

what is love

but warmth

warmth and comfort

unnatural for it's nature

alone

so

alone

with no concept

of how much love and comfort

could come from a single source of warmth

for everything around

either melts

or tries to engulf this warmth

"extinguish" the roaring wind howls

flicker and flutter

even sway, it may

but this cold

barren land

hadn't yet learned

true passion

can not be simply

extinguished

or be stomped out

for once that flame

has been kindled

the moment

it's heartstrings

strung and fiddled

ideas

of love

warmth

comfort

passion

compassion

at that moment

the world and that single flame

felt a little

less cold

By Andrew Kelly(AKE)2021

~ F. Scott Fitzgerald

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