Interstellar Dreams – Day 80, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

Interstellar!Dimensions while I'm in a cellar.Not to mention,Every dead letter,From everyone who would not address me,Correctly,As I'm dead set on an adventure,I haven't seen many make it out of,Alive… I'm deaf to the soundwaves of doubt.While others keep surfing on the net,I'm caught by a different kind of cloud,Only everyone chosen can see.No other choice,But,To... Continue Reading →

Feel The Breeze!

Got to stay cool…Got to stay calm…Nowadays,When I'm on the move,I try to sing a different song.A different tune my head can bop along to.Lost…I have been!But,If I was being honest?It isn't so bad if you keep your mind off it!You know…Everything you dwell about from the top,Of the morning,Even if your inner child's yelling,"Stop... Continue Reading →

Sheath Of Scorns

Her lips form a sheath with a smirk,Dangerously risen.And,When they part,Sharp daggers fly,While my joy is dismissed… No mercy,She shows as she gloats over misfortunes my sanity is shadowed by.Flesh is her food,And she'll eat it with as much malice intent needed… It always took two to tango,But,Our music stopped,While she let my hands go…... Continue Reading →

EXtatic!

Was it me? Did I leave, Subconsciously?... Did you see? That I bled, A part of me? In your arms I seek! When I'm harmed, By the thought, Of your loss in my reality... Well, Forget it, I'm through! Back to screwing in my screws, Loose! While trying to find you. While my mind's blue,... Continue Reading →

David V Goliath

Never hard deciding what's important. Porcelain thoughts only shroud what's dormant, In the middle of our minds. Light Devils are abhorring when it's time to place your demons under torment... Driven by a difference I insist to be my due dividends, I'm leaving track marks all across a road most are either soon slipping in,... Continue Reading →

A Ripped Note

Flow melodious. Copious amounts of words stitched with loneliness. Showing you two ways to live, Morpheus-like. Either indulge in pleasure forever demonized by Dorian's Plight, Or paint scenes of Love and Truce with yourself... No longer blindsighted by trauma jotted in scars plotted and fold those hands dealt...

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