oh em gee

wtf is this "life"


While you wait for the others to make it all worthwhile
All your useless pretensions are weighing on my time
You could beg for forgiveness as long as you like
Or just wait out the evening
You’ll only bleed me dry
Yes you’ll only bleed me dry

So I’ll ask you kindly to make your way
And what was left
A perfect cleft
We all fall through

While you wait on the answers that I’ll pretend to find
Keeping up with the motions still occupies our time
You could hope for some substance as long as you like
Or just wait out the evening
And always ask me why
Yes you’ll only bleed me dry

So I’ll ask you kindly to make your way
And what was left
A perfect cleft
We all fall through
And all we want
And what was left


Christopher Michael Taylor / Edward Droste
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its amazing how many wonderful surprises one can sustain along side heart wrenching disappointment

ive written a couple of poems:

.:

Sometimes I think of you
in waves and abrupt jolts

Patterns emerge
inconsistent from previous understanding

Your crystal aura,
that intrinsic quality.
Rare and a delight to encounter

Like after giving up the search for water, parched,
you come across a lagoon, a bubbling brooke,
a cenote, a pond, lake, waterfall...

The clarity of difference,
so vast
unapproachable
acceptable
respectable

Like the apple tree
every seed gives birth to a new form.


.:

then, in response:

.:

Nicole, I see you suffering.

Why make pains of something so beautiful?

Keep (it) inside and tend to (the) flame quietly.
(Your outer self will thank you)

Since it does not matter which way to go
Any step is the right direction

Keeping in mind that life is for living
And life
Why choose death?

Certainly the clamour and hasty anxiety
Unsure footing and total lack of nourishment
Will lead to an early demise.

Are there enough cliches to scorn you
into submission?

You wear your heart on your sleeve.

You're smarter than you look.


.:

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