A Steady Gesture He Lacks

Relaxing Muscles He Tore

While Reaching Within Himself

Polyrhythmic Picnic Ants

Canceling the Dancing Legs

Used for Relaxing.....

Typical

The Bubble Blown by the Thumb Slobbering

Toddler Lies on a face That's Been Surprised

But Tries Again due to Lack of Behavior and Knowledge

A Steady Gesture Appears

He Realizes That Pain

Is Only the Result of Rainfall

Life Falls Down.

Life Falls.

Life.

.

Proper Grammer-Crackers
Cinna-minutes, hours, Day(break)
Involuntary continuing unnecessary Experiments.

Barfing syllable Sandwiches; a messy t shirt stained
with wisdom gained over years of zoning out.

a Million Mops, bubbling trouble green and greener.
Tide on the go, ghostly magic; i wish i understood.

Avoid Water, Avoid Meals,
Avoid Android Activity, expanding beyond what we'd hoped.

Black Holy Cow Diseases Evaporating as we've become immune to them.
its weird how we become immune to things; mood swings disappearing fearing
change in steering off cliffs, off satellite dishes.
They're dirty, the Machine built for the task is a loser.

Its weird how we become immune to things
Its weird how we become immune to things
Its weird how we become immune to things.

CapitalEYES Asian
(Every3) swollen tongue; stung patiently
stuck button lip-limping (Gret2)
open heart, open mind
(Re1)
HIgh DINGs and don't listen
whistling(Thing4) positioned stiffly
Hellos faked, handshakes pretend

WEAK1 WET2- NEVER3 EATING4

Soft Rock Impact.

Strong side intense colliding images of villages

i've been verbally fighting lately.

Greatly suffocating thoughts we thought we lost,

tossed into holocaust vibes

expressed through sidewalk chalk lines.

two sides, left side appealing to baked minds

while the right side is overpopulated with hazardous land mines.

good times, bad times beginning with bugged eyes,

and a skeletal facial structure melting off as time flies.

Cries, wandering a whole mile to find

echoing tones; bones externally appearing where flesh lies.

Mistakes made, but mind bending insane games

are gradually creating new rules and brain pains.

These Pains are my laughter, my music, my expression.

They're even my troubles distinguishing

a full hour from a millisecond.

Risky Dangerous pages turned on the 10th month of a bad year.

Now i find absolute beauty in my past fears.

Paper Cuts Between Your Fingernails need trimming Lawns will get you nowhere.

Violent Speech, blood sucking leeches clinging to Your dreams You say its not fair,

nobody cares about you, do they?

Forgetting to Blink...

Forgetting to Blink.

Creating False Possibilities;

Patiently Waiting, Violently.

Forgetting to Breath.

Breathing to Forget What never happened.

Patiently waiting, Violently...

Repetitively.

Trying To Forget bad Memories;

Memories that Never occurred.

Memories composed within the Forest Of Our own minds,

during Tucked in hours.

Trying to Forget,

...

Forgetting to Try.

Damaged Thoughts, Topped with Bubble Gum Bows

Hostage Situation, torture those who know your middle name,

And the town you came from

Clinically insane,Annoying Brain Hum; go away.

Siren Sounds, Speaking Into My EarDrum

Deadly Hounds, Traveling With Freedom.

Stop Where I tell You to Stop

Turn Right Around Now.

A Paper Cut Wound with A scar Like a knife stab,

A paper cut wound with a scar like a knife stab.

Burn Of The 3rd Degree,

Immune to the company;

Ten Quietly {Violent} Visits; Daily Hellos

Meaning Nothing Seems To Matter Anymore

{ Feelings}? { ...}

{They} Seem to Have Evaporated in an Unnoticed

Cloud Of Repetition {occurr}ing frequently Mistaken

as a Common {Every Day} Experiences Make My Heart Pump Stronger.

Longer.

I guess...

You guess.

Underwater Communication.

Expression Of What Haunts Our Minds.

The Answer To your Own Question.

Speechless; talking through Movement.

Volume Exceeding Desired Levels.

Volume Below What We'd Hoped.

Throwing Dreams into Reality.

Throwing Reality Into Ones Dreams.

Unnecessary thoughts; Spoken.

Unnecessary Beliefs brought to Life.

Sounds That We Forget.

Sounds That we Wish We'd Never Heard.

Beyond What We'd Hoped, Beyond What We've Had.

My Poisonous Instincts

Interrupt The Weather;

Usually Deciding To Remain

Exactly the Same As it has been

(Not realizing the Repetitive Pattern

It has created Within My Skull)

Sleep Is a Must, Crushed Candy Dropped Daydreams

Life Seems To Cherish Broken Body Kept evenings.

Lets Wait This One Out;

Lets See Where We'll be

In Just a Few Weeks,

We'll be given a Key

We'll Discover

The Keyhole;

Only Apparent

To Those

Who Have Not Lived

a Life, and Have Never

Existed on This Planet,

Or anywhere in The Entire Universe

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FANTASTIC, YES?

In Between My Weakened Breathes

I used To Stutter At My Best

Intentions creeping Into Actions,

Sleeping Softly, Strongly Kept

In Books Ive Written

When My Head Felt Like

The Way We Say Our water Tastes

Upon Our Tongues We calmly Said,

"It cannot be Defined"

No, It Cannot be Defined

My Spine sends Storms

Wrapped up In Kisses

Like Fishes; They Travel

In Schools, Making Their Homes

Out Of Places They Don't Already Know

I wish Things Could Be Described,

But they cannot be defined

Demonic Behavior Painting in Fragile Harmonies;

a Portrait of Another Faded Enemy.

(Shook by the Look it Demonstrates)

A Distinct Scent

who's Identity Visits Him Nightly;

In Twisted Intervals Consisting of

Frequent Grins and Growls;

(Reminding Him of the Abnormal State

In which He breathes quietly;

each breath Inflicting Pain)

PAIN?

A Fictitious Thing Through The Eyes

Of a Being Who's Yet to Experience Such a Feeling!

........

He Might Question The Sky of It's Existence,

But Only Then is he Arranging an Assembly,

Throwing Invitations to Everything

E legible of Delivering such a Feeling! ....

Hmm...

Will He Learn his Lesson?

................................................

Experimental Rental (Temporary)

Extraordinary! Common through these eyes

All my life, I've been Satisfied......

Puddles on Concrete;

Puddles in Solid Form;

Anything Beneath a Heavy Hammer

Anything That Fails to Search Beyond

(Itself,

Others)

Trapped Within a Broken Jar

More Hands,

Hands With Fingers,

Fingers with hands;

Helping

Create

a Quicker

Recovery

.................

Our Love's Infancy Was Non Existant;
Raised Beyond a Cage of Bones;
Feasting upon everything Appealing

The Accurate Description of Her Internal Appearance
Was Written in Invisible Ink;
Sleeping Adjacent to externally Placed Adjectives

Unable to Witness her Beauty, I sleep;
Dreaming Pulls me closer to her.

Hallucinations, Complications

Interrupting Conversations

Familiar Voices Disappear

Leaving Strange Distorted Faces

Repetition In the Kitchen

In the home in which I live in

Images delay themselves and

Leave me questioning my vision

Optimism Shines so Strong

Eliminating Right from Wrong

The sounds within the Precious Air

Create an endless Colored Song

Death is seen so Comfortably

The end of life was recently

The hands that sleep upon the clock

are Wide awake quite Frequently

Reality is just a word

Describing everything absurd

Endlessly mistaking all our

Visions as the Sounds we heard

...

I think to myself everyday;

Out loud, in a tone Unrecognized by

the deafened flaps of skin that repose horizontally

upon my augmenting Head.



The vibrations escaping my

throat become unfamiliar as I habitually

Focus on the Pain That has made its way into

My Once Optimistic Mind.



Will My Voice remain unidentified?

What can I do to confine this discombobulated state of mind?



- Animosity Currently Makes up The Majority of Who I am,
But There is still a small portion of Happiness somewhere within me;
waiting Oh so Patiently to be revived. -

The only way to Put Breath back into the lungs of My Retired Emotions,
is to aim my focuses at the sunshine
(Frequently Unapparent, but Peacefully Inherent)

I Need to Put my Breath into the Lungs Of everything Joyful,

I Need to attempt the things I've considered Impossible to accomplish,

I Need to realize that coming face-to-face with Pain only means I am Human,


And The Realization that I am Human, Sparks the Realization that

My life on this planet is incredibly short.

Every day needs to be looked at as a privelage,

Learn to Love Everything and Everyone around you,

because Your Happy feelings will only last

as long as the heart that sleeps within your body.
:)

Summary :

My Voice (Inside of me, and Outside of me) becomes unfamiliar
as my depression increases.
I know I am Happy, But Ive been thinking So pessimistically lately!
I've learned that the only reason why Human's get sad,
is because we focus on every little sad thing occuring in our lives.
we dont even TRY to focus on the Positive things!
all we need to do is give everything and everyone around us a chance,
and I beleive that is the true cure to living an optimistic life.
We are obviously only given One chance on this planet,
and it really is a true gift.
If you think about Life for too long, its almost like your drifting into
a whole new planet.

Life is pretty crazy; so live a crazy life.
The good crazy, not the bad kind.
;)