Beautiful Fear

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Feeling more beautiful, feeling more me,
Yet still uncertain of where I should be.

A test of my strength every single day,
I don’t want to lose what I’ve come to crave.

Building me up, beyond my dreams,
Showing me all that I can truly be.

Never before was there belief in myself,
Something about you leaves me overwhelmed.

Lost in this limbo, a confusing state,
A troubled past full of mistakes.

So worried to fall down the same path as before,
Reaching out to the broken door.

Knowing the outcome of a broken will,
Forever I remain at a stand still.

Misplaced

My Very Broken Heart by Phil Manker

Walking around with eyes closed tight,
Afraid of the truth, afraid of the light.

Unwanted errors placed along the path,
A confusing decision with a forgotten past.

Tears teasing to stream down cheeks of white,
As common sense tries to validate what’s not right.

A touch warming more than skin,
A look which pierces deep within.

The idea that more might exist,
As wishful lies tend to persist.

Doubt endangers the sweetest folds,
Where fear leaves nothing but the cold.

Steps taken cannot be retraced,
For the path is forsaken and the heart misplaced.

Pressure

The night filters through unclear decisions,
With twisted perceptions of fantasized visions.

A magnetic pull toward what is pleasing,
Forgotten feelings become highly intriguing.

Curious whispers fill the warm night air,
Feeling the heat beneath the questioning stares.

Memories taint an unwanted past,
As the dance with lies begin to amass.

Struggle to hold on to what is real,
Ignoring what others are pushing to feel.

Suffocation of the beauty within,
Tempting deliverance of their determined sin.

Clawing out of the deep dark hole,
The poison returns the angel home.

The Mind’s Torture

Moments pass and words are lost,
Memories fade and feelings cost.

Forgotten treasures bound by time,
Future measures, unforgiven crime.

Mysteries uncovered in the dark,
Magnetic tendencies creating sparks.

Lips whisper limitless tales,
Lusting over precious details. 

Dancing in a dimmed light,
Damning all that’s brought to life.

Twisting the knife deeper still,
Torturous truths slowly revealed.

Coughing on emptiness held inside,
Contagious demands filled with pride.

Screams of torment no longer heard,
Seductive temptation gently stirred.

Buried deep and hidden within,
Bound by guilt of living with sin.

Caged inside an unnamed jail,
Caught forever in an endless hell.

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Video

Cold Sweat

Slip past walls with hungry eyes,
Increased blood flow, hypnotize.

Rhythms move through the mind,
The perfect pitch keeping time.

A delicate truth hidden in sight,
With dark desires brought to light.

Yearning pulls against the strings,
Resistance to remember forgotten things.

A shove back to realities well,
A pointless daydreams tricky spell.

 

Steady

Her balance falters as the gentle caress of passion slips from her grip. 

Reaching for something out of place, too far to be altered.

Persistence is her gift, a constant attempt to gain more than what is.

Smothered in memories of what was with a curiousness of what could be.

A single tear of frustration building behind a broken model.

With the assistance of time she flows to conquer another venture.

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Nature

Colors spread along the broken wings of beauty as the river flows through thirsty valleys breathing life into the hardened earth. Flares of light pulsate, working to evaporate the juices before hydration takes place, before new life can sprout from nourished soil. Complimentary contradictions move through an endless battle of influence as existence fights over effectiveness, both molding and sharing it the alluring loveliness of nature.

Colorful Butterfly

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Frustration…

Tears bleed along soft skin…
As frustration starts to seeps in…

A bittersweet symphony…
Portrays the pain hiding beneath…

Lost in a room without air…
An imaginary fortress of lifeless stares…

Broken hearts and shattered dreams…
For nothing is ever what it seems…

A cold shoulder and dead eyes…
A burning hatred with a planned demise…

The wheel is tilted with a game to play…
But the story just started, so it won’t end today.