Overwhelming thoughts that end when I throw up.
I'm still just borrowing time.
The hour glass moves, I don't have any way to go
I feel like I have nothing left to show.
But I'll carry on, find a new place with a better view of the dawn.
Could be worse, but I'm grateful for the view I have.
My heart drips of your taste.
Bump ,bump it's like I can't even, put up a fight ,
to those lovely eyes that beg my soul into flight.
I'm stuck In the limbic notion of an external assimilation of the internal emotional chaos that it's steady within.
In the past I've always overcome this standoff.
But ,now lately I've been feeling that I should just back off.
My thoughts won't let me brush them off.
So I'll just bury my head in a book, hiding between words, trying to build and accept the world that I have.
I have no reason to be sad or mad, it's just emotions,everyone has them.
That box ,it's trapping me slowly, I'm trying not rust and just remain the gold me.
I'm still just borrowing time.
I'm still just learning and growing.
I'm still here
I'm still here
I'm still here
There's no fear
There's no fear
There's no fear
Time is my canvas of art .
Time dictates and orders actions that I am involved in.
I guess that's life and learning how to re order it.
Now the way people are sharing life is just if they're record it.
I want to share it all with you, your world and mine.
I'll meet you where time collapses within your mind.
We gotta set and organize the disorder to remember who we are and remember that life could be.
-JNM
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PoetryThe growing amalgamation of cosmic poetics. I reflect my visual motivations through words in order to express existence as I experience it. This poetry revolves around things that seem to flow in and out of my mind. Emotions out of context are well...
