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.

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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.

The One Who Is I Am.

One who moves threw walls bares a stuttered speech. One who is is a number waiting to be a name. I am the one who seeks the light that shines through our hearts or the light that dies with the turning of the seasons. Weather its kicking, breathing, screaming I will come out singing.

I am the number waiting to be a name yet I am also the one who moves threw walls. Like a ghost I am unique in ways that turns thought into contemplation, but none see or will ever know. I the one who fails daily, but never accepts defeat. One who will only give up when my lungs stop breathing.

I am the one like many who wishes to be something. I am that something and I will be that something someday. Every day I will be thankful for every hour I get to breath. Its far to hard to be angry at my self, its the effort I do not have, its the worthless, pointless movement we all neglect to accept and far to stubborn to stop. I would rather use my every ounce of effort for somebody to observe and know the path I lead.

He went deep into his forever lost novels where some will never understand. His eyes were black each step he took was short passing back and fourth in contemplation. As his breath grew deeper you would see his tears grow within his eyes. A mans effort, a mans hopes and dreams drowning before his hands. Nothing he can do or say to save him self. His world plummets turns and shifts all he knows. This man was courageous, this man was fearless now he lives the nightmares he neglected to be aware of.

Trial and error

Feed your soul from the soil of this earth. Every one moves when i stand as one, I am of nature when the wind blows I wish to blow with it, when the sun goes I wish to go with it. I fear failure daily. when I reach as far as I can there will always be a man standing taller then I. All my effort all my sacrifices will all die in vain. My ambition was fire to a candle now the wick is near its end. The stress to be the wind blowing my hopes and dream out far in the vast ocean. I am water with out a current, with out a breeze to move my oceanic air.

I will move fourth with the wind, I will follow the sun.