Silent Rose

Deleted member 281310 · Jul 17, 2015

Deep seeded trust issues
grow into an orchard of poignant pleasured pain. Alone among roaming rogue roses plucked and prodded as the roses rolled off into the sunset. But the hills roll over with orange clockwork and yet again another thorn of simple predictable limbo keeps the orchard producing. Poignant poison poet what have you become surely not the rotten apple. Wondrous gaze glued on my face Stoned moments and reggae... ...wash me away Into investigations deeper then the seas And a sort of soul breathe... ...breeze *** *** *** *** ***Am i allowed this sort of escape?*** Will it drive me further from Sanity Shore? *** With a heart rougher then the stormiest seas a yearn stronger then lunas pull seeks release. When my breath is still i calm to look ahead. For a moments notice i am traversed and not afraid to be the bleeding dead. The ruler, captain of the ship on which I've been on far to long, catch a grip, on passing song. You are the sponge. afloat madness and broken tongue. In distance lay land with flesh and sand and all that's grand. Ruler, Captain Visitors of the vessel must now evacuate. Jump ship with haste and lighten our weight. At once we'll be on our way. NOW CAPTAIN! Light at the end of the tunnel across the rocky bottom floor. you've aged with mystics lore. Now a ragged dream of what you once were. I can hardly believe your touch is truth, but here you lye in front of me shining. Breathing echoes of a times past, only showing me all the vast but never once the narrow pass Maybe it's true what they say about the grass being greener; washed up bodies on either end. It's either you or your friends. And with a glimpse of glamour he's to sail again. Lunar Love Above and beyond all we carry the moon and the sun from shoulder to shoulder. Hypnotic as the swaying waves drumming against our desires of flesh. Distant from civilization our eyes are spoiled with natural light and learned to adapt proficient to the dark. We stare across into ourselves. Clouds of smoke swirling about only to the wind of our breaths. one by one we passed the wave that continuously got us higher and higher on every tale we spilled from our roasted guts for brains and the smoke cleared a path to oblivion on wheels. feel like exploding on anyone man but i gotta be careful i'm not tryna pop off on the wrong person. i don't wanna destroy my enemy i wanna leave them dying slowly asking for mercy, begging. put their body on a stake and stare them in the eye while their homies run away fuck the petty, focus on prosperity and than bring it down to the ground and raise the workers to be what you need. They will love you for their gains and you will be praised for your greed. i don't know what i just said but it feels so wrong and so right there's two sides. always will be even in chaos calmness contorts and this is my view on the balance of sorts. Y'all ever had those times when you wake up with a tear and fall asleep with a tear and you don't exactly know why but just sense that something is wrong. I can't seem to find a willingness to move out of a bed of sorrows and that itches at me in a place i can't scratch. Old music on repeat like a broken record. what has become of me closing my eyes while i type closing them just to make a decision, so quickly leaping into faith in the face of an abyss i cant feel life without music and weed and im drowning myself in possibilities of timeless proportions, it's all just another number, today i cummed so hard to a pussy fucking a cucumber. finished weaning myself off SSRIs i cant seem to comply to the doctors advice. remember to close your eyes feel your gut, the one you filled with sugar since you were a kid, now your paying your bid. When poetry bites. At the bottom of some monsters lair, where, darkness met the vague Mist of Dementar lye a crimson cloak, cross yonder's path of smothered woes. None had been for none had dared, cared, not a soul for millenniums age had forsaken once a flourishing of luminescence, til red deaths menace. Now saturated with creatures invisible to the eye they had no existence outside of this narrow cave, deprived the only optics that captured a traveler, a passer by was of this fog that would burn any human to the touch they fed off it, they breathed the Mist of Dementar. This lair was nothing more then a cold old mans heart where epics had been fought on multiple accounts but what landmark, was not surrounded by beating bout where springs rose up from the ground, bouncing back with fresh oxygenated release. Over the years temperatures dropped near Weary Wear Lair the once bright red outlines of rare flowers were declining and the stench of decay was starting to traverse bare. Open to delusion, illusion, started to take grasp, possibilities were boundless upon the fountain of youth but quickly age drew in, bitter depravity. The mist condensed to a safer state here it lye desolate in utter waste. The highest peaks of mountains now shrouded but still in prevail broke surface for perfect circumstance, allowing for an atmosphere to form your outer layer cooling everlasting. A freak show is what you became, from your head it went to your mouth from your mouth it went to your heart, it became the blood running through whatever lies you told yourself. Now a pool where the cloak could no longer float and sank into the Depths of Dementar. Early in the birth of what was now Dementar the landscape was overrun with vegetation. One tree in particular grew out of stone, that stone was named the Stone of Dementar. A heavy stone it was, weighing on the brave, wave after wave, it wore you down to deprave. Some say it was cursed, destined for a vessel For without a human heart the stone had no weight. I was the one who picked up the stone I couldn't resist it's precious red shade. I cut off the tree like a regular lumberjack and pocketed what was never mine I was an ignorant kid looking for something nice, thinking id found it until it trembled in my arms, it trembled with grief, and disbelief, till it shattered, and from that moment on nothing else mattered Millenniums passed and all the pieces came together, the depths had now hardened into stone. Not any ordinary stone but one in the pit of my chest, the landmark where now flourishes my own giving tree. To watch you in the hands of another is like watching myself writing a lie so i cover my eyes when i write about you so i could feel you closer than i should. Take it all down for this one and only rose that i call you and reread your every movement till you wither into plastic. As if by magic my world unfolds simple and true every time and it's always me grinding my gums staring at myself, in love with myself. Whether the image changes matters not as long as i keep projecting and i go right back into journaling about the ambivalent stone that i call my heart. From it we know grew your picture, your true colors, faded to myself but i know vibrant to the world. It's not finished, it's painful to watch waiting for approval from something you don't need, not so much as want. I'm not sure what to call this, paralyzing, moaning, intrusive, all combined in one.

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