Welcoming this place of sorrow,
I glance at the imperfections of my soul,
Fueling the conventions of this atmosphere,
And stroking a fixture of narcissism
As I wait for this caution of doubt,
I slumber on the road to conform,
And see a senseless past of altercations,
Clustering my cognition in an…
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A salt of the earth
Enclosing a path
Of curation
In every pore of aphorism.
A salt of being
Beholding a liveliness
Of forsaken identity
In a facade of heartbreak.
A salt of all souls
Exposing a curtain
Of kindling hope
In a discernment of insight.
A salt that is an obligation
Of a vivacious stature
Sterilizing the representation
Of the circumstances of a breath.
Lips to lips:
A kiss in which
souls stitch
Like to tulips,
the gentle wind.
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It has been too long. This semester I have been soooo busy with school and unable to participate as much as I would like in the TWC. And that sucks because you guys are freakin’ awesome. Plus a lot of you are damn fine writers too!SO to kick off the beginning of my life…
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I dream of vitality
In this place
Of deep serenity
Fulfilling the gaps
Of my surroundings.
Engraving a cognition
In my pupil veins.
I beg you to wash
Away the shadows
Of my doubtful nature
Grasping an innate stance
Of my narcotic
And criminalizing acts
In the palm of your hands.
you can still see all these
criminal acts caked in the
finger-and-palm-prints on
my hands.
all the water in the world
doesn’t wipe away memory,
sadly,
all the narcotics or booze-
filled glasses and cups
don’t permanently destroy
memories of such big
events.
i dream it and if only that
could bring things to light,
if only dreams could leave
out your ears and change
things in reality,
wouldn’t that be nice.
Free my cohesive soul
And engage in
An eternal tone,
Stroke my angelic being
And taste away
The pain that immobilizes,
Captivate my cognition
And form in
A crimson vase of existance,
A cleanse with an incandescent desire
To glaze my surroundings with hope
Conforming to a vivid entity
Of my many facets of liveliness.
I wait for my life to encapsulate
A sudden fulfillment of everything
I want to identify with
Influencing me enclose my vitality.
This haven of my loneliness
Cleanses the inner serenity
Creating a divide
Of loneliness and deep sorrow
Clasping a grain of incandescent
Light on the shadow of my life.
The leaves,
They shudder in the wind
With an incapability
To enclose all the gaps
Of my consciousness.
