

RivenWe have the bones of the world, Where we see ones who have nothing to lose. When someone says they have nothing to lose, They usually have not lost their dignity, their pride. Health and wealth, kith and kin, Meat upon structures of deepest blood filled lies. Souls of hope and dreams and the slightest shred Of spark of creativity, a belief in others Not yet drowned in realitys lash. This is the hypocrite, the fool of life, The superficial thoughts of surface dwellers, Not yet familiar with the seam crawlers, Feeders on light and sound yet gaining nothing, AbleRiven


FloatingFloating is not something to be taken lightly. It is a difficult process, requiring great concentration, dedication, and most importantly an overwhelming sense of uncaring obstinance. Just think: the minute you have succeeded in this prestigious art, someone will come along, gawk, and proceed to point out in a frantic voice why you cannot possibly be floating. It just isnt right! they yell, gaping eyes taking in the sight of your feet hovering gently near their left ear. As soon as this occurs, you think to yourself, Of course this is impossible! What am I thinking? and you immediately droFloating


Fear of the Unknown SelfDreamt of someones wicked night, Of shattered glass and sickly burnings, softly glazed and shining bright, Torment foul and faulty yearnings.Fear of the Unknown Self
I am and watch the panicked gaze, That cries for rescue, begs for grace. I feel the hand that begins to graze, The knife that slips across my face.
To tell the truth Im fascinated With not a slot of dear regret, To see the scene Ive orchestrated, A magic trick, one not seen yet.
Life goes in, it stays inside But does not yet come out. No life in here, theres none to hide, &nbs


Patchwork HeartThe heart is light under the leaves, Dappled in hues of brilliant shades, And shaded brilliance. Where love shinesPatchwork Heart
On, and shines on through.
The heart is a potential work of beauty, Where nestled in the folds of canvas walls, Lies the quivering, shivering soul, Observing from afar, experiencing up close.
The heart is a field of emotional colors that stain, Drip through. If the heart had hands, it would reach out, And catch the drips, but it can only watch,
As love is lost and bleeds into the ground.
The heart is hand painted, painted by hands, &nbs
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