My eyes hold yours one second longer before I can’t stop myself from closing the distance. I swing my leg over your waist and pull your damp shirt from your skin, tossing it over the seat bench as my hand closes on the back of your neck. Your hands are cool as they pull my face in closer. Our mouths hot lava floods. I pull back and watch the sunbeams catch in the warm spots of your eyes. And your arms circle around me. And I know as you pull my tongue back into your own mouth. I know as yours slides across my teeth. I won’t come back up for air. This is where I drown.

• I see

the sky begin

to darken as clouds in

my mind gather, as to form

condensation of phrases.

a poetic pressure gauge

peaks and

suddenly

a

strike

of light;

the pen

to page.

words

begin

to fall like

showers

from

heaven

slowly,

drop

by

drop

until

...

..

.

it

is

p

o

u

r

i

n

g

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.

.

.

and the once thirsty and

dry pages, are soaking wet

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Backspace,

delete,

cut,

copy,

paste,

insert here...

insert a picture?

a memory?

a person?

paste

copy

Cut out the bits you dont like

delete the memories

the people

the pictures

how easy would it be?

to alter your life,

relive the parts you want,

delete the parts you dont like.

how hard could it be,

to rewind the clock,

to turn back the time and make this all stop?

to alter the timeline,

your own and the worlds,

with a little computer

Backspace,

Delete

I stand below the endless rings that have perhaps been counterfeited, but I accept them as what is.

My heart is crammed, please give me some more storage for this massive file.

I believe in what those below and above think, at least to an extent that I most definitely will discover.

Breath the air, and let it caress the thoughts that you’ve left forgotten.

I left my character stowed away in some strange cottage in the Arctic, I can’t seem to find it or see it under the gleaming lights that once shone above.

I’ve written the words of freedom, not a doctrine, for you are not my followers and I am not a dictator.

I drown in my testimonies of death and love.

Two discoveries that I cannot conquer, nor may any man or women.

Freedom likes wanderers, they stumble across words and giants, they find what is that makes us prosperous.

Do not attempt to push away freedom, it is glorious, even if the chains are on for too long, that does not mean that there isn’t a tomorrow, that means that there is a greater day that will arrive to steal the necklace that was blessed around you.

I fight the destructive persons that look down at me and hate my being, I trust none yet walk on to the street and give myself freely to the wind.

I have never understood myself,and may never be allowed to unlock my true self.

I’m clueless to the various issues that plague you all, and I may never know you as well as the sun does the earth.

I live in a clouded city, in the distance I see the circus,

I gave you all the platform and will forever hope to stand on it.

I have above all, a want to take the pieces that someone crush and put them back together,

I am not here to gift beliefs nor to disown anyone’s ideas.

The free flowing winds fire better and kill better than any machine gun ever can.

Please don’t leave the serious interior of yourself to some entity,

that person behind the thick skull of ours is most impressive.

I see a city, I see two lovers, and I see a field that is filled with green...

Do with that as you will,

I cover the scent with lies,

O’ so many lies have I heard.

My protection is for the sake of improvement or perhaps destruction.

In this final arena I will fight the ideas that have assembled my soul,

she has me down to my final plate,

I’m uncertain who this being is

and have troubles discovering who he is...

The word “Freedom”

a symbol, the word “Freedom”

is strange and at most times scares the few individuals who can’t reach it.

I have a page that was blank and a heart that was full, so I decided to go for it.

From whence I came from was the tomb of the forgotten,

I feel locked and suppressed

my stupidity is mine and now is passed to you.

I’ve had it with lies, I’ve had it with hiding every last mental note that was placed in your locker,

why hide everything and condense it to a point not to be taken seriously,

Perhaps this freedom has taken me to a new plateau, let me stand high a little longer.

Failure is just around the bend

Willing, Waiting,

Wanting us to burn.

It thrives on hopeless dreams

Time wasting as goals pass us by.

It digs a hole for us everyday

Hides it right beneath our eyes.

Sometimes it's best to give up,

Give in before it hits.

You'll think you dodged a bullet

But regret hits you real quick.

Hard to say anything

About the end game.

All I know is

Today I walked past Failure's trap

And shook hands with a better friend.