These are random feeling I have to get into words for my own sanity. Writing is therapeutic and soothing to my soul. Sick with reflection of how scattered this noggin's broaden view can whisper hope bleeding hearts to smile.
Wednesday, July 17, 2013
Wednesday, July 10, 2013
A Series of Triangles
Life, a series of triangles.
Points meet to speak quietly of later times.
"The truth was lost somewhere in the past."
Wise words from someone so meager.
Does the heart speak to our wants or needs?
Clarity only last moments in comparison to the rest.
Or is that wishful thinking, forgetting to draw.
Placed inside a crystal ball.
What levels the playing field for certain..
Reaching vulnerability together.
Guard down, for all to be seen.
Concrete peak of enlightenment.
Intimate negotiation between the sheets.
Lines balance out the rain.
Learn to lean on the etiquette of exposure.
A belief is a tool to be used with causation.
Anny Ariz
Points meet to speak quietly of later times.
"The truth was lost somewhere in the past."
Wise words from someone so meager.
Does the heart speak to our wants or needs?
Clarity only last moments in comparison to the rest.
Or is that wishful thinking, forgetting to draw.
Placed inside a crystal ball.
What levels the playing field for certain..
Reaching vulnerability together.
Guard down, for all to be seen.
Concrete peak of enlightenment.
Intimate negotiation between the sheets.
Lines balance out the rain.
Learn to lean on the etiquette of exposure.
A belief is a tool to be used with causation.
Anny Ariz
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