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A tempest is who I am
A furious storm
Of existence
It waxes and it wanes,
Through the laughter and the pain
Each time, a subtle change
Fury
Raging uncontrolled,
Consuming the very depths of my soul,
Latching on, not letting go
It is not a negative thing,
Not truly, what this passion brings
Indeed, it makes me sing
It can be angry and almost uncaring,
Typically leaves you staring
Hopefully, in wonder
It roars and it soars,
Sometimes leaves me face flat upon the floor
Often, in a room with no doors
In truth, it is a prison,
Each day, a million facets of the prism
That is me
Fractured,
And on fire
It seems I make my fuel,
Burning everything, as a rule
In the end I
Am simply just a tool
A weapon
Forged in sickness and in sorrow,
Hoping so much for tomorrow
Faith,
Does not abandon me
Nor I it
Living in the moment, in today,
Knowing there will always be a way
If only I truly open my eyes and look
Into the deep darkness that is me,
Sweeping aside sweet misery
Knowing that hope, is my destiny
You speak of salvation and of grace,
Please, lay one gaze upon my face
I can tell you how it tastes
Living in the passion and the fury,
Every single moment can seem so blurry
Because it is comprised
Of everything
jlp May 23, 2014
A furious storm
Of existence
It waxes and it wanes,
Through the laughter and the pain
Each time, a subtle change
Fury
Raging uncontrolled,
Consuming the very depths of my soul,
Latching on, not letting go
It is not a negative thing,
Not truly, what this passion brings
Indeed, it makes me sing
It can be angry and almost uncaring,
Typically leaves you staring
Hopefully, in wonder
It roars and it soars,
Sometimes leaves me face flat upon the floor
Often, in a room with no doors
In truth, it is a prison,
Each day, a million facets of the prism
That is me
Fractured,
And on fire
It seems I make my fuel,
Burning everything, as a rule
In the end I
Am simply just a tool
A weapon
Forged in sickness and in sorrow,
Hoping so much for tomorrow
Faith,
Does not abandon me
Nor I it
Living in the moment, in today,
Knowing there will always be a way
If only I truly open my eyes and look
Into the deep darkness that is me,
Sweeping aside sweet misery
Knowing that hope, is my destiny
You speak of salvation and of grace,
Please, lay one gaze upon my face
I can tell you how it tastes
Living in the passion and the fury,
Every single moment can seem so blurry
Because it is comprised
Of everything
jlp May 23, 2014
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.
she'll hold him tight tonight
and dread the coming mo(u)rning
Literature
proprioception
she claims
that you can spot virginity in the curve
of the hips.
i tell her
you can't see chastity in the way
the ilium crests, unless you fucked hard enough
to break it.
she smiles,
shows me the bruises carved into her bones,
traces the way his fingers held her-
what if you're already broken
to begin with?
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you talk like a travesty
oh, mercury boy, you can't
write your way out of this
body or out of this mind;
you can pray like it's high-fashion,
insist you're only burning yourself out
(but tell me - do you feel like a god yet?)
if only for murky mirrors &
silver cicadas caught
in your ribcage, you've
got a knack for decaying
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