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BY MY SIDE. <>
You moved from side to side and side
To stand side by side my side
My side where I could not even lie
For it was you who consumed that part of my life
Purple rain through my clear blue skies came storming down on my half clear mind
Shattered pain in these heart felt lies
Natural disaster you named it in the song where girl meets girl and it all goes wrong
How fast our eyes and hearts grew to grow
For our minds would blow if we did not flow with the way our feelings told us so
For the leaf you thought you left behind
When you wiped your tears and squeezed your juice out of the lemon rind
You moved from side to side and side
To stand side by side my side
My side where I could not even lie
For it was you who consumed that part of my life
My life where I could not believe
The circles I walked around my family tree
To save the face of my father sun
The sun that shines so bright and calls mum Hun
To break that face was no answer
To lift my soul, the shiny dancer
You moved from side to side and side
To stand side by side my side
My side where I could not even lie
For it was you who consumed that part of my life
The moon my mum would save my side
Side by side on my side step by step and every stride
My moon, my sun, the only ones who helped me see the moon and sun I had begun to fall for was in me always a part to fight for, of me made from what we see to be inside of me.
My moon and sun you had to come
My moon and sun we are one
Get back to it...
It’s funny.
I abandon this space when I get absorbed by everything that goes on in life. It’s when I have an epiphany of some sort that I end up back here.
This time... after all this time... this is how I’m feeling.
I’m ready. To find out. What could be and should be, yeah I want some time out.
I’m feeling like my development has come to a hault. Like I really need to change things up now to allow myself to progress to the next level of experiential stimulation.
How? When? What? Where? Why? Who?
I have no idea. What I do know is that I am making small changes in all areas of my life. Little things. That end up contributing to the bigger picture at the moment and I’m feeling better for it.
Anyway... enough time spent on that.
I am going to share some things I’ve written during the past year or so...
I always do this thing where I’ll write/post my written word and then delete... I think that’s a confidence thing. Something I want to break through.
Peace to all.
XoXo
teens will relate to this blog!
It's interesting. I see and recognise this coming and at the same time I feel once upon a time that would be the outcome... This time round I think I'll be ok 🎶
I feel like I don't care so much. I know how resilient people are and understand life goes on.
But why am I still afraid of the change?
And why do I love to do things I'm afraid of?

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teens will relate to this blog!
beautiful blog full of baby animals!
baby animals? :)
black jeans
Papua New Guinea (by Stephen Walford Photography)

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The extraction
I’ve been watching you
drip
from my heart in
slow
constant
memories.
The extraction
is painful.
- Marseille
Photo: artwork; Aux Tableaux, Marseille
the exploration
Our default
should be set to
exploration of experience.
not relationship.
and what exploration
of the experience of self
have you taken lately?
My late blackout post.
This comic shows how I can’t fall asleep without nestling my hands between my gf. (forgive me lol) Its like her body radiates Nyquil.
shout out to http://axart.tumblr.com/ the first panel was directly inspired by him
This is cute for some reason
😂😂😂 I see this in my future
😩 I need these type of activities to be happening in my present 😣
me as a mum
opsidian
So funny😩😂
Dope

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This right here is just one snap shot of the kind of thing I’m living for.
Blank Page
I’m on a plane to a blank page
and I can only write ‘i love you’
in pencil.
Because I know
someday
I’ll have to erase you.
And i don’t want
faint lines of you
haunting the pages
of a life I am
tearing my world apart
to draw
sculpt
mold
destroy
create
in the image of my heart.
So I’ll tell you
I love you
but only in pencil.
Because when my thumb furiously scans
the edge of future pages
it knows it will find
a deep gash of ink
bleeding
through to the back cover.
Dark and rich
penetrating the pages with
unforgiving force.
Unapologetic in its invasion.
And the ink. It spreads.
blistering veins giving birth to
smoke clouds of water colour
flooding life into the infinite ‘i wonders’
that blank pages offer.
When I find myself
three quarters in
and the ink has clouded my lungs
I wonder
if I will wonder
what colour
that ink would be
if i hadn’t said
‘i love you’
in pencil
when my heart always bled it in ink.
- Kirilly Lowcock
written: Morocco
#poetry #spokenword #morocco #love #fear #iloveyou #kirillylowcock