(via So remedial are We. Duvet Cover by John Tyler Mounce)
#SoremedialareWe
Screaming a code of heartfelt.
Exiting the innermost attitude
Coming thru with solid peace
To reform the bruised beforehand
Talking the overrated begins to end
Drugged by an embrace that was once
Pop goes the heart that's fallen
Too deep to catch it before the heat
The radius glows with mere want
A feeling too bold to explain
Complete blitz of a mindset
Head to heels the all-over exposure
Distance kills with time being forever
Since then and forever always will..
To Live, No Lie.
Left trying to make sense of this mind
My head is screwed and lost behind
Keep wanting to catch a break
God knows I don't mean to lose faith
Wide awake with prayers floating
Sweet hymns of candy coating
The taste of bittersweet in my mouth
Still sour thinking it'll all go South
The need for something more
But all I'm left with is a bore
Why must I keep doubting this power?
When I should be asleep around this hour
Time is not a friend of mine
Even in the dark, the glare still will shine
These words are all I have to give
All I want is to live, no lie.
Written on: November 17th, 2016.
#BrittanyMurphy #givethemmyblood #OPositive #5yearsago #pohemit
#thisonesspiritanimal thanks a million, BAM!
Ninety to Pink, incapable.
Vise of a voiced
Chisel to thy creation
Amourettes around aura
Patriarchs plea a pounce
Folly finery fought
Hapless hoping to honor
Feeble fixations focusing
Treason thine's told, as known..
Impetuous insight to incline.
"Boy Named August"
Almost at six now I see clear
The darkness has gone away, my dear.
My mind is renewed and fresh
As prideful tears my mother has wept
A man is what I'm finally becoming
While thirty is just around the corner
I am thrown into a new land
Far away from what I've knew before
This place is small but huge to me.
Big is the greater possibilities.
A new identity, a different me.
This version isn't high from crystal.
This person can clearly think.
Growth and maturity have taken place.
Something only time is responsible for..
Counting days weeks instead of days
As I wait for November, somewhere new to lay..
I'll be released with 9 months new.
A cleansed soul and body, my baby due.
The name for my spawn may be odd
But gender is male, he is my brother.
August burned without a scar.
This month is one to remember.
Six is half and almost full,
10 pounds with some ounces.
Infant child of mine.
Written on: August 20, 2016.
Accompanied by photography of 36 year old self, starting at 5AM..
Con doctor to a true, Jay..
Thon's have to find well-being
Finalizations slew the finallys
Throw thy teeth grown it, bright
Maybe begun too soons slicken
A mazements lettering amongst bill
True articles fictionized formation
The vintage of true gent
True, making the third so three
"The grass looks sick"
"I close eyes with the hopeful possible passings"
Meet me at the end.
Everywhere one looks thou sees you.
Eye open to their closing..
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Lost her way, scream
The screams are ringing
Under the echo's calling
She pled my fifth element
To come in and disrupt
I wish her a hoarse throat
To shallow the deep volume
She paid a crunch of freedom
That had fought out restraint
Trap her core to padded walls
To punish her beast
Defeat the demonic yells
As we watch the sanity
No longer remain obtained
She has lost her way
No fighting a devil
So her battlecry must be
An overwhelming
Uniformed plea
Understand psycho
Too default a dismay
By: John Tyler Mounce