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Keep Running (Don’t Give Up)

Gone all out
demon slayer,
whole self sold;
sprinting surely,
streaming smooth –
hell bam,
betrayed!
No siren
or notification,
to re-strike, no time
or to withold.

On the floor,
fiend fighter,
vision skewing,
limbs spilt wrong.
Can’t uprise or self utter,
can’t figure what just passed
or what you should have done –
to have cursed,
or mere blamed,
to have ran
or faced, headlong?

Up jump
fiend conqueror,
wearied, bloodied one
don’t be fooled.
Keep on your
wily, never quitting scheme,
no mummy for the mud;
slice, brute strike forward
and lynch this disingenuous intimidation,
shifting sorrow to motivation
and shit to jewels.

The Reject

15 Nov

Pretty Kite
injured,
trampled into salt battered stone;
lone, unloved
today’s sweepings
left for trash.

I’ll detangle your tail,
unknot your ribbons,
your strangled cord,
lay you
smiling faced neon
over sun hotted weed.

Lurch shake kite,
cloud billow fill,
wind bound loop over and above;
sun streamered dragon,
slink over sand,
euphoria blissful, revitalize.

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Categories Anxiety, Depression, dreams, Happiness, Poetry, self help

Now Today

1 Jun

Silence tomorrow,
Exit yesterday,
I’m living for the now,
For what I’ve here in my hands,
today.

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Thunderclap

13 Oct

You stride across storm tossed fields to greet me,
Face elevated by a thousand bolts of neon and a tangerine black sky;
White lit, lofty eyed, voice strangulated into some sick kind of marvel by heaven knows what,
skewering wind, mud and rain to hasten its assault.

Your string missiles, hardly less lethal;
With this thunderclap;
and again,
lives hurled forward,
discharged
I think I’m gone,
Strung out, wrung out, prised well loose.
And the rain barely felt, heated at your refrain, like relieved tears, brushes away the stresses that have fractured my skin.

Push-go, hurl-thrust, battle bloody persist,
spew savagely forth heart and guts;
lethal armed, incisor sharp, instrument versus voice,
hot blood, new life, mouth to mouth resuscitation,
imperial liquor through each vein and cell,
never was joy like this –
these sublimely spiteful, sacrosanct songs,
towering and thrusting to the skies,
annihilating whatever shit once was.

On these last crushing chords,
the fiercest screams, hers and mine,
up, up;
crinkle iced eyes melt,
a smile,
and I’m myself again.
In this wild aftermath,
with these giant smashclaps I pray,
I’ll make damn happy hope with them all,
just like you .