I hope this reminds you of me.

Take the stars and grab them once more and forget those city lights. Forget the moment the barbwire pierced your skin and remember when we first kissed. The moment of pure transmission. First love to last embrace every ounce of dopamine to the last. Selfish to selfless in the strike of a match. Forever remember the trigger that set you free. Never mind those screaming voices in your head. Breath I will always love you here or there, I will always care. I hope this reminds you of me.      

Jyn

Hearing but, I can not speak. Breathing but, I can not taste. Feeling but, I can not move. Motionless I have become. Speechless I have grown. I am lost as the steering wheel turns left and right. Am trying to find that which is already gone. There was a home among hill tops and below the trees. There was an island built from fire and flames a thousand miles away but that was all a dream. I had hopes. I have trust yet, my failure haunts me. Emancipate me from these frozen bars and free me from these chains. I am far from desurving but, I will never give up.

Sunk Below The Sea

Time passes, oceans sway back and forth. Shadows evade are presence like the monsters hiding under our beds when we were kids. Underneath this body of water lies the unknown. It is black reflecting the dark sky with a consistent motion but, the hills remain still. The air is pure and I feel so much more then Ive ever felt before. I can hear and see currents grow in speed and in this moment I feel you all holding me as if I were long gone. These memories carry me away.
The fear of the unknown extends to great heights and depths that imagine. The surface of this journey has hardly been scratched and as we etch our way further into these fine threads concern grows deeper. More and more worries carry our knees closer to the ground. We are weak and venerable shaken and worn to the bone. Its and uphill battle are minds are dying to win. Failure comes quick and stays forever. I will meet the unknown and when I do fear will not exist.

I Feel Nothing Except the Present.

I wish to climb for the rest of my life and write about every inch of my journey. School is more than enough motivation to run away to live on the land. Every single woman I have kissed never compared to wild I often forget. My fascination will kill me, if it doesn't, just know I am truly alive. That is if I follow the dream of a constant landscape on rill. I wish I could remember this one song lindsay used to play it had an awesome beat to it "scared of spiders snakes and things". the only lyrics I now but it haunts me I must know who sings it.

Giving Thanks

I fell through the sky as if there was a hole built for me. Theres a place in life that I might not fit in or a moment in time I just cant find. Though I may be lost in life its only in due time. Although I may not lift bridges or posses the power of flight, I am one, I am alive. Though I know my limits it doesn't mean that I discard my capabilities. through these fingertips I compose. Through this tongue I row my speech. Through my lungs I sort chemicals. Though I may not posses the powers many worship I posses the power to be. Moving through life as if it were a river with each step leading to my next. I sort chemicals from the moment I take that next breath.. because I am alive and there is no greater power I wish to posses.

The Stars

Its been a year. The planets completed cycles and the sun set high in the distant horizon. We loved knowing our hearts moved with every beat. The birds would chirped and eyes would blink. You held my laughter in orbit, happiness was only a planet revolving around the sun you had become. In this time I bare a heavy heart, in this time I feel effort to go a stray. The agony of knowing that we cant alter the past weighs on me.

I consume only fumes of an empty tank waiting for a second to bring the remains. Memories becoming debris of the vast shipwreck lying miles below the sea. A super nova to come, Another day bringing ambition. Another day knowing the past creates the man I am. Knowing I am better then this.. forever continuing.

?

A poet will never give up because a poet always wishes to be more. A poet will always accept life threw observation but at the same time he or she wishes to be and see more. I crave success like a a starving lion craves blood. The taste of success is sweet yet bitter to know this will never be enough much like the lion I need to survive. So I do it thriving in books lost in my own observations contemplating why how and who. I see but what I feel is more and what I wright will never be enough to scratch the surface of what this feeling really is.

When you accept the comforting thought of love and when you fear it all at the same time. Well time and time again I have drown in my own pain but yet, afloat I am and my lungs continue to pump the air I breath. My heat beats slow and fast at the same time because love is daunting, exhilarating, and comforting all at the same time.