Deleted Member Posted March 11, 2021 Posted March 11, 2021 Chasing my breath Purposelessness ***ts poetic bruise Darkness deadens the illusion you choose Red rushes and flushes and falls to her knees Veins full of empty, who will you please? When what you paid, wasn’t worth the cost And what you found, is always lost Nothing to No one, and less than that too Drown in the ocean, and never see You Sinking, unblinking, chasing my breath Tighter and lighter, celebrating my death If only the ending was as easy to write As the stories of demons, I chase through the night Starry night nuzzles into my neck s it in two and raises the wreck Snatches my dying and breathes wings from my pen Dead Poet’s glory burns again. And again.
Strengan Posted March 12, 2021 Posted March 12, 2021 We are all only free within the confines that nature and existence determined for us long before we were born. So the exhaled breath must be replaced by another inhalation of containment before it too is released into the ether. And everyone is worth something to someone even if they don’t know it.
Deleted Member Posted March 12, 2021 Author Posted March 12, 2021 3 hours ago, Liccian said: We are all only free within the confines that nature and existence determined for us long before we were born. So the exhaled breath must be replaced by another inhalation of containment before it too is released into the ether. And everyone is worth something to someone even if they don’t know it. Hmmm, I understand, I mean nothing to no one was a line my unrequited soulmate once coined and so I revisit I’d from time to time in prose. I mean if I were being positive, the use of a double negative could be full of possibility. sorry I was woken by r2d2 and really need to go back to sleep ...
Strengan Posted March 12, 2021 Posted March 12, 2021 Your own words are more evocative than that. But being positive is as good a place to start as any other.
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