The pooling of choices
becomes the mouth piece of
decision made into action
and so I have chosen to
choose again and again to go this way
and my path swaying and swerving in the ache
it is engraved to becoming a being with
ever forming integrity and entropy
and so my chosen choice to choose
again and again I made up of these tiny troubles
flittering through me.
Your world fell from your shoulders,
the rippling pieces in your hands, bruised blistered and bleeding
seeping in the waste, wet on your lips and clenched between your teeth
this is all you see, all you taste, the distorted demons of your
Helplessness...
Breathe deep young soul, this is your first door, dive in,
life is suffering
see it through, forgive the truth, and integrate it too.
and from those pieces within your hands, look up
look up and feel around you, the truth of the world that is more than you
and innately apart of you here now, that in the same breath dispels
the brief illusion of you, a laughing breath there
Droplets of thanatos by SoulfulBubbles, literature
Literature
Droplets of thanatos
She is the silent quicksand on a tourist beach.
he is the atomic plume the rain dust and
radiation that sets in the DNA and twists it.
Born from a single drop from a salivating maw;
a mother with a thirst for her own blood
These are last of the children that survived and hardened.
See blood in their eyes the clumpy tenacity in their hair and
see the tread marks of terror.
The power and curse of Thanatos courses through the bloodstream of their fate.
------End--
Blemished angel dear little one you burn at birth.
Born with blood to close to my rage.
such soft green eyes and a delicate heart,a true mutant.
Wit
Buy Your Own Flowers by SoulfulBubbles, literature
Literature
Buy Your Own Flowers
There are days when I wish the rain would consume me,
nothing left but a cleaner spot of where I once stood.
Early morning mist and the slanted blur of midnight down pour
my heart was pilfered through and welted, transparent faded purple
plastic surrounding a small bouquet with the rhythmic pattering of rain
echoed, echoed to far the reaches of my entirety, the colored petals
brought me back to a place of warmer rain and deeper smiles.
There are days when I wish the rain would consume me,
and these are the days where I wish I could buy flowers
to hold on a little longer to the joy inside
briefly quenching loneliness and the ache
Little girl remember the promises you made by SoulfulBubbles, literature
Literature
Little girl remember the promises you made
Little girl blood on the floor
remember the promises you made
that it wouldn't hurt anymore,
that when they closed the door
left you taped up and alone on the basement floor
you wouldn't swallow the grenade
no you won't swallow piss blood dirt or tape,
no baby you'll bite,
little girl you'll fight.
Little girl blood on the floor
remember the promises you made
that it wouldn't end this way,
that the taste of iron dirt and chocolate,
wouldn't stain you, that the filth will wash away.
Little girl blood on the floor
remember the promises you made
don't let them win and laugh any away
Little girl blood on the floor
remember
The pooling of choices
becomes the mouth piece of
decision made into action
and so I have chosen to
choose again and again to go this way
and my path swaying and swerving in the ache
it is engraved to becoming a being with
ever forming integrity and entropy
and so my chosen choice to choose
again and again I made up of these tiny troubles
flittering through me.
Your world fell from your shoulders,
the rippling pieces in your hands, bruised blistered and bleeding
seeping in the waste, wet on your lips and clenched between your teeth
this is all you see, all you taste, the distorted demons of your
Helplessness...
Breathe deep young soul, this is your first door, dive in,
life is suffering
see it through, forgive the truth, and integrate it too.
and from those pieces within your hands, look up
look up and feel around you, the truth of the world that is more than you
and innately apart of you here now, that in the same breath dispels
the brief illusion of you, a laughing breath there
Droplets of thanatos by SoulfulBubbles, literature
Literature
Droplets of thanatos
She is the silent quicksand on a tourist beach.
he is the atomic plume the rain dust and
radiation that sets in the DNA and twists it.
Born from a single drop from a salivating maw;
a mother with a thirst for her own blood
These are last of the children that survived and hardened.
See blood in their eyes the clumpy tenacity in their hair and
see the tread marks of terror.
The power and curse of Thanatos courses through the bloodstream of their fate.
------End--
Blemished angel dear little one you burn at birth.
Born with blood to close to my rage.
such soft green eyes and a delicate heart,a true mutant.
Wit
Buy Your Own Flowers by SoulfulBubbles, literature
Literature
Buy Your Own Flowers
There are days when I wish the rain would consume me,
nothing left but a cleaner spot of where I once stood.
Early morning mist and the slanted blur of midnight down pour
my heart was pilfered through and welted, transparent faded purple
plastic surrounding a small bouquet with the rhythmic pattering of rain
echoed, echoed to far the reaches of my entirety, the colored petals
brought me back to a place of warmer rain and deeper smiles.
There are days when I wish the rain would consume me,
and these are the days where I wish I could buy flowers
to hold on a little longer to the joy inside
briefly quenching loneliness and the ache
there's an art to questions" she tells me " I just know it somewhere ruffled in these pages I'll accumulate the makings of an epiphany... i just know it somewhere its in here.. something to bring whats in me out." she smiles
the way a dam would with its first flush of water.
a chuckle like soft powdery chalk waiting to break at any point leaving a wake of it entropy
"Why are you doing this? why your trying so hard?" referring back to prior epiphanies.
Leadership, group dynamics, sociological experiments, not reaction but action. the middle way of compassion.
her edges sharpen in defense then soften in paced breath. " I have.... som
How far does one need to step into the chaotic unpredictable goo
like some quantum skipping stone to sink into "the just so" vertex
what will make it stabilize enough to cancel out all other possibilities, or at least
a few possibilities. I am the center in static of every direction.
in manifesting
the best things fall into place
and are not put into place.
control is illusion but its basic element:will is not.
its a tool, its a brush tip smashed to many times against the wall of
insecurities and the hungry ravings of the ego and so many other things.
closer I am to fighting for survival
instead of growing in the thriving
the