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under stars that feel as far as real does.. at the moment. at any moment.. kidnap me. any chance presented & in moments prior. spent alone in zone. far from progress. stasis, stationed next to hope & regret. on either side...

devoid devoid no contact. avoid avoid make it natural. make sure it's natural; your motive, your action. control control keep, protect, contest. contrast contrast run faster faster. catch up to free past pain, mistakes thru anxiety, congestion to clearing.. breathe clearly...

from hurt to wiser, learn to save time, bring reimbursement I find in word searches, then change perception, thus effects of present-to-past tense progression.. splurge surplus all on figurin out how to detect worth, spell out purpose, hear myself & i find that via tryin that, tryin this...

travel backward, marvel at acronyms, sunrise.. initials.. early afternoon.. abbreviations, pickin fork thru dinner initial acts of de-liberation, shortened versions of life events.. compact past, a purse-full. strapped to shoulder. carry on, during flights back to...

under umbras of bundles of stars, canopies of leaves & branches that shatter-scatter sky image held indirect as a gleam in eyes as conscious lay in fabricated gardens watching memories, & desires in dream form from across highway covered by blue-white, yellow, & orange lights sound of...

why only patterns? only focusif it matches. compare compare compare. why is coincidence exaggerated. fate, fate, fate, i hate the word. & i hate the show. karma, too.. been hated, been a hater. flesh, inanimate, or metaphys', only fuck with my shit. metafish, swim thru saltiest...

12 years later, nothing major different. pain and fear missing that i didn't even know was there. but also.. missing very same memories and people that elicit flaws...

Melodies pouring from her tuneless Heart, on key with keener thoughts, Dropping down despite her mood. Disembarked from the Earthly World In his own composed, built from loss Feelings shielded, locked, he wields to hurt. Stuck in between, reading lines she Couldn't see, undefined...

i.. pick up pen, & sometimes.. don’t write. hours.. go by.. & most the time i end up in dark room, .. sittin where i started pickin up pieces left to keep from getting lost, long ago.. to not feel so alone. but then pick up phone and still dont pick up. slide ignore, no will to answer...

topic topic topic pick one pick one anyone, someone.. cherry pickin discussion carry a steady stream in hopes it allots fish; a lotta food for a pisces, but i don’t even like astrology, but it’s somethin to talk about so i do,.. don’t even like myself, sometimes but it's fine; two...

a break from truth. a gap between, proofs. i wane to fit. i hide. i hate tryin i hate how weak i am i hate myself for tryin.. the same ideas unfinished craves to be creative i hide i finally cry i finally bleed i find a fix wean heart off of...

great coloring, color choices. And the style, too, is soothing to look at! <3

in pursuit of happiness. a path paired with apathy. a shifting sentience, avid to look, whether good or bad. ..vivid translations of times... good ...& bad. where i live in la la lands, & by rhymes of seuss.. whether i should or not. outbursts in bursts of paint of pain gliding...

i see another way a shimmer of light, a glyph of parity, a gift at the start of each day each notion to move forward,approach another chance that bargains change.. just a pinch begs for just a piece of courage to keep heart in check & then speak out.. just a little bit take...

no body is worth judging yourself over no body is worth hurting yourself over. do not observe yourself so closely. just breathe. do nothing. see yourself as better, as happy.. block the world until it’s clear, the lights, the sounds, the energy and let nothing stop you from reaching not tears...

untitled tidal force on wild ride from origin a vibrant pulse.. leading light years on course, toward corners always forming on board a single breath. plethora furled pour. all in order. all to order cause, effect; diffusion of p.o.l.r. an in the...

i see.. art. hearts of humans, sparks in muses that illuminate darkest parts of world getting harder to see. the darker side of..everything that i keep from viewin, to keep on movin, across a timeline i’m usually out of tune with...

head to toes, waves of vigor, a wash from mind to fingers, to bathe pages, flush emotions life to digits, to scribe it. a matrix code, beginning to end, from ideas to those alike a fire captured in words that shines to lead souls lost or not, before crimson freedom exhausts to embers...

you could follow his footsteps glass trail along soft sand, down shores of lore he feels of dawn, smells of mar, a being from depths of ideas, a purpose crisply led by sparks that birth breath, & sends forth word, a message that fiercely spreads, murdering all thoughts indifferent to goals...

Very well expressed. I loved it.