Breath

We breath our breaths like cheep cigarettes

Burning through the pack to fill the time

We dont waist time on the feeling of our lungs filling

Dont give a thought as the last smoke arives

We meerly stare at its coming

Taking a little longer to smoke the ones inbetween

We breath our breaths like cheep cigarettes

Because we dont know what the breaths mean.

Living solely for your senses; It’s the quickest path to emptiness.

Leaving your senses for your soul, is the only path to being whole.

Breathless

We held our hands

Underwater.

Turned love

Into a contest.

Who could hold their breath longer?

Red is the collor of love,

Isnt it?

I saw the flush of it on your face

Mine to I guess.

Down here in the inaudible blue.

Turning blue from neither

Going up for air,

And not sharing our own

This isnt sustainable

I know

But isnt love

Supposed to leave you? (breathless)

A fall

A tree in Autumn

Our names carved, fading

You; leaves. Colourful. Death

Final thoughts

Those eyes that trace me

The lips to erase me

The wimper to devide me

The scarlet to remind me

The warmth of the dagger

The mess made from the stagger

The slipping thoughts that baddger

Before conciding that nothing matters

The light freckling through your hair

The passionles gait you now wear

The ridged coldness in our air

A coldness only one will be cosigned to share

The sunken groan of this goodbye

The racing thoughts of how to explian why

For me time will freaze, for you, will fly

As we both raise a hurried spirt to the sky

And with that my story will end

And now both of us may spend

The rewards of our deeds payment will rend

Yes,for we, this is the end

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You whispered

And my heart screamed

That is love

My heart for the fall

My heart for the fall

Where familiarity lies,

Where everything is beautiful,

Before it dies.

Reminding me of

The love I once had,

Once a passionate red

Now rotted and clad.

With audiable reminders

In the streets all around,

The rustling of collors

A past waiting to be found.

So Ill reread your letters

And might burn them this time,

My heart for the fall,

Of what used to be mine.

War[rant]

Of all the times I’ve known better,

The pang of conscious in the rain.

I knew as long as we had eachother,

These moments wouldnt feel the same.

Now i am staring at my own reflection,

Ripping out my stiches time to time;

I cant stand what the outside isnt becoming.

I hope its different inside.

Spiritual insomnia

When my body aches,

From all the days spent struggling,

I know that it all stems from insomnia.

The daily in and out of laying awake,

Not at night but at all times,

Not insomnia of the mind but of the soul.

I wish for a rest greater than my heart has ever known.

But to reach that day I must push on.

Writing poetry like spiritual coffee

Just gotta stay up a little longer