scythe

Don’t mind cutting into
what I can’t get through
to see what’s on the other side;
I know you have something
you hide
to keep me coming back
with my knife,
though it’s
my blood on the blade and
you know I can’t be saved.

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on paradox

The paradox of freedom
is that it gives you borders
even as it offers you wings.

The paradox of voice
is in the way it knows how to speak,
yet cannot fathom to sing.

The paradox of love
is how it can grow
to feel oh, so much like hate.

The paradox of desire
rests in its ability
to seal our de trop fate.

you give alibis, all i hear are lies

You may have made me, but you will not break me.  I won’t let you tie my hands to the post.  Because I’ve made up my own mind about you.  Your lies won’t become my truth.  Today, I start my own life.  I make my own decisions.  I declare myself out loud so that I can stand there and be proud of the soul still left in me.  Your mind doesn’t know how to be free and so it clings to all of the insecurity you keep buried deep.  But your fear gives you away.  This time you won’t be able to sway others into believing what allows your ego to stay safe.  This time… I’m looking you in the eyes and calling you by name.