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I closed my eyes and my fingers loosened You floated up like a helium balloon towards the sky like iccarus your wings could melt If you found yourself too close To the heat of the sun but I know that they are forged from metal and tears blood and dreams we cannot stand in the…
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last nightin the greatest desperationas my heart sang the cadence of your name tear stains digging river beds into my solemn cheeks I knew I had reached the point of breaking and soI got down on my kneesand prayed to a GodI don’t even know if I believe inbegging the heavens pleading if he is…
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an adornment the way your fingers lay sweetly and yet threateningly across the place where my neck meets my chest moving slowly up until I am reminded of desire’s roughest deeds and we will rise and fall like peaks and valleys as you slam into me taking my breath with your grip while simultaneously breathing…
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One day, my end will come and sometimes I think that day is sooner than I expect it to be. And I hope that people will stand up and say most of all she was kind and she listened and she never judged. In a place where people don’t make time to read, she was…
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there is always a daywhen it comes to thisand sothe history of violencepaves a pathfor men who quietly warned usthat they would rise upand follow it’s callingfeet plantedwithin the stepsof the giants before themknowing that the road to redemptionand it’s bloody intersection with evilultimately does not changeand even thoughthe face of the enemy doesobligationright and…
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There was time when I thought love was always the inevitable victor … that it would knock down doors and stubborn fools in its way to finding a place to push into spaces closed to it. It would prevail even in the final hour. Even when the path is littered with land mines and broken…
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liesthey catch upandthey pile upand when all else is lostwhen all you have leftis your deceitthey becomethe coldjagged bedon which you sleep the blood& the bones
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some days I can write about itthis thing that ricochets and rattlesinside the vacancy of my rib cagesome days I can make it quietwith these lullabiesand some daysfar too many daysI cannotso some daysI pray to forgetand some daysI pray to die the blood& the bones
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from boy to man a decade or so back and forth so much there’s sand in my soul I lived a life of blurry lines what was right wasn’t wrong but sometimes what was wrong was right I did it for us, I did it for you And because I was good at it, I…
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Even pain from you feels like love to me Because it is something to toss into this pit of loneliness It is something even if it’s me cutting me LL
The Blood & The Bones 