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Bowedbranches Jun 2016
Back to bed again
Ive paid my dues
Waited countless hours in this
Half state
To ascend to higher realms
Yet i remain wide eyed
And worried
Counter parts ive wished to cast out
But havent found out how
push defeatism aside
Horizons rise
And set in these moments
While i convince myself
Who's body
I belong to
Out of the distance
Whispers slither in
Saying
"Forget what you know"
Bowedbranches Jun 2016
A heretic hears from the heavens
Again
Alone by an alter she had chosen
To win
A heart that was already torn
Bowedbranches Mar 2016
To welcome the empending doom with both arms
Is a foolish thing
But at least we turn a head toward it
I on the otherhand have been working tirelessly to avoid it
Living half mass
Emotionless
Regirgitating old knowledge
Self esteem, hate, anger, realworld illusions
Bowedbranches Feb 2016
The stag
Is but a symbol
One in which I can't escape
What a dark alarm
I wake to
To remind me of the fate
I blindly run from
...I'm
Bowedbranches Nov 2015
July 30, 2011 at 6:25pm
There ya go  
slowly  starting to fade
in the concaves
the beam wanes
electro-magnetic waves radiate
straight through the skin
and to the veins
bleeding my own scarlet rays

Disguised as.....
an Indian eye
on my forehead
vines down
into a lava
sizzling bone tissue

Frying every fiber.........atom.......... and molecule
that piece me together

even still you scintillate
in an array of glistening grains
stirring in my bloodstream
static tension
aching flesh

I Rotated
the beam
and became
a reflector
scorching your innards
in
excruciating
ways
This is about a man I fell in love with..I thought by loving him enough and trusting it with everything I had that he would love me too. I just didn't know how true this poem would turn out to be 4 years later....scary
Bowedbranches Nov 2015
Psychic evaluation
Plastic pent up devastation
Watch me from the outside
Shaking, facing corners like I should be faces
Growing thicker by pressure
Letters never mustered out
Quick short breaths
Soothe the skull cap
Bring light to a gray face
Scratched into the surface
lines of  insecurity, passion
Worry upon worry
New ones etched each morning
As I look upon the canvas
Motionless
I wonder do they find me boring?
Bowedbranches Nov 2015
Uncomfortable flutters
Couple inches in
How interesting..
A river in the pit of miscreant
Now it's forgotten,
its subdued
It's  getting drowned out until I know what the hell to do
These flutters
Dont comfort me
Only confuse
And it  pulls at my sensory glands
To look like an elaborate ruse
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