11:17pm

We are lost in a tangle of limbs. Where do I start and where do you end? The television is on but only a dull drone to our beating hearts. We hold tight, afraid to move. If we do, time will collapse and we will be stuck again in dimensions too simple for our souls. These suggestive meanings that were inspired define the actual. And for you, listen to the voice of god, laughing at our plans. And for you, my body; have it, experience enlightenment, the rush of knowledge that only comes before midnight. And for you, laughter; let it peel away the flesh that surrounds us both.

sonnet.

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angie morell

it floats through the air, an opus

a euphoric trip, Life depends on Life

the scratches, sound and breaks remind us

of when we were young, our words cut like

grass, while green, it held our heads up

the shades of sky will coat our eyes in

kaleidoscope shapes, all sin, no hate, what luck.

our freckles electrify fingers, face and skin

souls collide, fringe, knots up and gets stuck.

in the face of our Maker, we will grin

and shutter. the fact that we are above

hope, fear, tears with flags high and chins up

is laced with blasphemy; we are original sin,

so says letters signed, ‘with love’.

suggestive enlightenment

the Ebb and Flow is washing my hands clean from this dirty existence. and since when should i expect anything from you... since we ended this journey of More. now, nothing, not even negative mortality can hold me at fault. but it will, however, because i am inclined to die everyday. commendation is, in fact, soul to my existence.

if i could only breathe... in this moment, maybe i could change.
what's the point in striving to be something if no one cares to witness? if no one can see? if no one can regard in any sight of my life, the functioning of my soul.

if i could only breathe... i would change.
to fit the mold that was created, to see myself as others Wish to see me.
rose colored glasses and all.

love.

maybe if i could go back into these projected, simulated, youthful memories, i could find something worth meaning, something More... that cannot be found in a coffee shop, or at the bottom of a wine bottle. maybe if... maybe if i could just pretend that things are alright, they will be. i wonder how long it will take for me to drown in my thoughts? thus, another death.

tear-filled eyes, blood soaked sheets, dancing nights; a kiss on the cheek.

my willingness to Be is self expressed by the alcohol i drink, the drugs i inject and the peace of mind that follows. i see it, in the distance, but... i. still. see. it.

do you? can you? why is it so frightening?

this lightening, this noise, the chaos and peace... Ebb and Flow.

these suggestive meanings inspired define the actual.

i'm sorry babe, but this one's for you.

and it damn well is real.

filled.

these vibrations fill my lungs, encircle my heart, and cloud my eyes. this dancing soul needs a release.. a new lease on life.

complexities.

the piles of books line the miles of shelves. lost in this wonderland, i cannot focus. like a sick, mind-fucked trip, i sit, dazed and blissful. i don't care that i have no knowledge of what goes on around me. oh, the people will stare, but that is what people do. i guess i don't give them that much credit, but should i? should i give them the benefit of the doubt when they don't give me the luxury of a second glance? well, fuck. i'm just like them, right?
maybe it's the oddly placed freckle on my thumb, or because i only have one dimple and it's only shown when i wink. is it because i have a cowlick on the top of my head that makes my hair stand straight up or because of my scars?
what sets me apart and what gives them the right to glare?
am i just as bad for saying these things? i am.
i know... it's because i ask too many questions and expect too much from people...
i am truly sorry for what i am... the odd-freckled, one-dimpled, cow-licked and scared freak. but i know what's on the inside and oddly enough, i like the blissfulness that resides in my mind-fuck. i like the complexities.
what about you, love? what makes you so different that i should love you? god, let me in on this secret...
the suspense is killing me... literally.

i've heard the voice of god.
and he laughs at my plans...

i'm a bird.

set backs are a dime a dozen.

time to try again.

close your eyes so you can see.

feel, instead.

for once, i'm at a loss for words.

live long, live light, live free...

unnerved.

what an odd way to find out that i am real to the touch. i never knew before. i feel like vapor in this world... the lonely artist goes unseen, how natural.
i'm invisible and saved by the night.

no amount of wealth can save your soul. in my short years, i've seen things that would break your soul. drink your lattes hot, take your shots on ice. get your street cred, eat your apple. try so hard that you die, be that martyr. suck that face, dream big young one. die big. be that hit they wish they missed.

our burdens are our freedoms.

we are only too rich to see..

but i digress...

can you see it?