Reality fluctuations

Appearing as an illusion, word’s being said, with 0% substance. Action’s being told; never being fulfilled. They appear as substance, but in reality, are a misdirection – Thinking too fast, gaining too little. A billboard of propaganda, dressed in a flowery dress, conforming actions multiply, dressing style’s appear mass-produced – Reality one fades – two different realities, skipping to the next, while being in the other. As I live between the two flow’s of realities happening, i gain different advantages and disadvantage – all while the lady in the dress… say’s keep going. I shout back, too long ago, i trusted somebody i shouldn’t have – now my emotions plummet, and two instances of how we’re functioning become overwhelming. The realities fight one another for dominance, and i’m losing touch… My life became different, the realities became hard to manage – Having everything, but having nothing….

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Crackhead

Men that grew up like concrete, became liquified.

Hard time’s hit, they were’t prepared, they were immature.

Their soul’s got black, their eyes hallow, their posture wrong.

They search, the darkness of the streets, for the future that was once promised.

They found a white rock instead, sent by the devil himself, wrapped in a future, that will never arrive.

streets take ahold, the crack pipe warmed, their eyes drip.

their lungs ache, their heart need ease, but all they see, is what they came to believe.

Within the future they see narrowly, at the end of this vision – there’s a door, key hidden out-of-sight.

The future within the rock, the door that has been locked.

One miserable time, and they soon became a slave, to what they’ve been desiring.

For their dream, their life fades, winter shall never be over.

Fighting Depression

Negative thoughts scream a terrifying battle cry. Warning the positive thoughts there isn’t enough room for the both of them. The positive thoughts let off a more fierce battle cry, shaking the skull. Rippling the thoughts, The thoughts fight, for their own purpose – The healthy thoughts, fight for confidence, the negative fight for destruction – Positivity Increases in power, and begin knocking the deadliest of the thoughts, the thoughts begin circling the brain in a, stormy battle. that will kill off the lesser. The thoughts fight one-another for hours, until the positive thoughts gain leverage – beginning to gain strength, and slowly, the brain adjusts, it gains, and finds a euphoric happiness. The thoughts translate, good to bad. And this battle is won….

Chasing a Love

My feeling’s created a vortex – They shall bring her towards; Her’s deflect my circular storm.  The wind shoots towards immensely.

Knocking me down – She comes forward wearing an (unknown) mask, wielding a freshly sharpened knife – The days have passed, the blade remained, the mask knew many roles, the knife has taken many foes – The darkness is overpowering

The weaponry, becomes dull as she progresses her stabs locating my heart – the vortex lessens in size.

She smiles, the beauty of her smile, catches me off guard – my feeling’s ‘sharpen’ – They take ahold – strengthen…. ascend – The vortex grow’s dangerously large;

The powerful air becomes unstable, It fluctuates – tilts rapidly, back-and-forth – bringing forth the other, consuming her; the blade – bounced off my heavily guarded heart, the blade bent…. I wake up, and realize i’ve been walking once more in my sleep – Feeling’s still needing release, to pick her up, and wrap my arms around.

BEER & LOVE

Drowning in a pool of yellow liquid, the sides are rising – Creating a barrier. The bubbles come from the mouth, puking out additional substance, furthering the im-prisonment. The barriers become aggressive, the hand takes me and locks me down- the key stolen, by the one that’s suppose to be there for me….

The waves are creating a superior time, riding these beautiful inconsistencies; As my emotions plummet, forever searching for “additional”. All-the-while, i think of the queen, the one that roams the nest with carefreeness, strength, beauty – Feeling as-if, a tiny bee. needing her, I drink another beer. The moments go-by, quicker, my heart releases a noise – She doesn’t appreciate. I climbed massive barriers, yet she does not care, it doesn’t occur to her that i’m trying the best i can – A tiny bee in pursuit of love.

A Quest that Built our Hope Stronger! During the Exit the Light Shines, Very Bright #bepatient

Walking towards the summit, on the path we experienced great heartbreaks, great depression… but in the end it made us stronger, we we started to see everything as one to be played with, another person to score the game winning shot… so we exhaled and continued upwards. we saw the snowiest and iciest of paths, yet we remained at ease, previously we would turn hostile and it would cut us deep. however the large quest  almost inspired us to continue, and to keep up our excellent work, our amazing conquest, seemed rather trivial seventy-five percent upwards. We started to run, and we gained speed and as our legs would run more quickly, so would are minds, the path decreased and eventually, we’ll be at the summit, but we’re starting to see the growth we made up this mountain, and everything seems like it will be alright, to see the sun shine before us, will be our end. And we’ll forever flourish, we just need to maintain hope, and our strength, but it’s in our pockets now… the clockworks turning ever so quickly, society is beginning to feel more calculated, but i grow stronger. I imagine the peak is everything i’ve been told to believe, everything i’ve ever wanted but 1/4th up this path and i’m already starting to envision that we’ll be singing with the angels.