If you compete with what is known,
You will become nothing.


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If you compete with what is known,
You will become nothing.

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It’s as if my writing style consists of reclusivity. Then a reappearing with excuses of my procrastination. I write in excuses. Then proceed excusing my excuses. I’m sick of this way of thinking. Of this weakness that’s infected me. What I consider weakness is a collection of my own inability to be who I am with out a cloaks and dagger mentality. I hide my love, I hide behind a bland construction of my self. Mostly because I’m scared 😱 I’m scared because what I love or find interesting is so blatantly different then those I surround myself with. I’m afraid to be isolated from the tribe. Of being shunned to the darkness of the night. I’m codependent as fuck and in turn so ashamed of that codependency and somewhere within the contradiction of my self. I isolate myself. From everybody. From everything. I become a lonely codependent boy, unreliable because of his own neurotic way. Where can one find courage? Where can one find confidence?
I’m hurt,
Sad,
Broken,
Breaking all I touch,
But this will never stop me,
I will rise
Again
And
Again
Break me
Burn me
Cut me
I am a Phoenix
I am a dragon
I am a wolf
And I will feed
Nothing will keep me from this
I will still breathe my air
I will stand in my territory.
Where my feet are planted
I own this space.
I own these demensions.
I am not angry
I can tell if you
Would impede on my nature
I will strike
In flurry of
Feathers, scales, and fur.
It may not all come in the pristine form of beautiful wings.
It may not be as beautiful as water cascading down a mountain.
Or not as perfect as a lit up sky, on top of a beautiful plateau, on a clear night.
You may not have clear eyes or a beautiful marble posture.
Or perhaps your tears fall harder than any raindrop.
The wings you craft may be mechanical, adapted by objects you’ve utilized in your immediate environment.
The water cascades, it is your gaze that falls with it to the depth of the pools it forms below.
There is perfection in a night sky, yes. There is perfection in those eyes that reflect it. In the body that is not made of marble but is malible, soft to the touch, warm, can’t you see your skin glow. There is a strength to the vulnerability. It grows tough and bares fangs when need be. It becomes a vessel of pure pleasure and connection as well. What a beautiful bio suit.
Tears have fallen from those reflecting eyes, sliding down a smooth face. You feel. You are touched by the world. Coerced by the empathic. It takes courage to feel deeply. You are not only sad.. it’s more because it’s every emotion. It’s the duality of having felt so deeply every way. A release. It falls hard. Each tear falls with meaning. It is a cascading ocean. Surrender to the infinite perplexities of the momentous emotional state. It can’t drown you... it can only make you lighter.
It is only a dream, my love.
-Rylo
I must hold onto hope, as it happens upon my branches, lest I wither and become dead.
Corpses form misty illusions, as it happens upon my trunk, fed from the despair of small families.
Reach high and higher never touching crimson skies, as it happens upon my leaves, I hope to leave the world one last breath.
Below the touching light through deep darkness and dead things alike, as it happens upon my roots, I consume beyond my beliefs all living beauty and ugliness.
I exist as I am, but I am more than what I think I am, oh tender wanderer! Consume me, burn, and cut me down. For we all taketh, taketh away from each other. For we all giveth, giveth another a reason to endure.
A string is connected in each and every moment. Pliable but indestructible. Moving it’s way as the snake moves from fruit to fruit upon my gnarled branches. Eat me. For I feel the loneliness has taken ahold of my strings.
Take heed gluttonous fiend, for you too will be consumed, consumed by me.
-Rylo

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When we don’t love to our fullest capability is the moments in which we tend to regret the most.
RM
Cold sun shines… Cold winds blow… No one knows of her cold, Like this one knows.
RM
Spiraling pattern · Animated GIF – 2016
True love is to actively and orgasmically create in a non possessive manner with a mix of inspiration within non possessive impermanence and intense passionate love making. While this is going on you must act as mirrors to each other. You got that. Act as mirrors not of black holes. Do not take in there essence, reflect it back to them. I dislike all this talk of toxic relationships. Many put all the blame on a toxic partner and move on. Well guess what!? toxic begets toxic. That’s why in a toxic society in which we exist there are many toxic humans. Me being one of them and yah I acknowledge that I’m toxic as shit. My diets toxic. My minds toxic. My attitude is toxic. I’m socially devoid. My fetishes are toxic. Whatever. It’s okay to be toxic. I’m still loved. Loved by the toxins, baby. Accept you are gonna have lack. We all got to get away from this perfectionism that comes from social media. We are literally some of the first human beings that have to utilize such up front comparisons. To have to deal with break ups and friendships and lost friends and mongrels and ass holes and all just a couple thumb clickety clicks away from having some kind of effect on your emotional state or even passively! Look okay no matter how zenned the fuck out you may be. I bet to somebody you are gonna be or have a negative standing simply because you are who you are. That’s how the world works. So stop fucking avoiding the toxins and start building up your damn immune system!!
RM (via merloryan12)
The world becomes a mere bleakness of heavy confusion. Melancholy and dull symphony. A persistence of cycles like crashing waves. Sad dreams of longing bitterness. Leaving all you touch dry. Crumbling into a wasteland of fear you swore you’d never had before. For you’d swallow the pins and needles for the whole universe yet nary a bead of water for your parched lips.
RM

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I don’t want to just wail endlessly into the night, Screaming as infants often do at there inability to reconcile the vulnerability within. They cry for change. Beg for it. Plead on broken knees. They come to hate and blame themselves. Vindication is the very thing which causes us to falter. Limits us to becoming greater then we can imagine. We are stagnated upon the shores of judgements and doubts. Limiters placed upon such power as technology forces us to acknowledge the aptitude of illusion we have been placed under. Can’t you see or are you blinded? Can you speak or are you mute? Can you feel or do you have anaphia? Can you hear or are you deaf? Can you be responsible or are you an incapable cur? We should want to become the tsunami that brings it all to the ground. We are so capable. More then we know, to change this societal game we place ourselves in. So easily can change be brought to the forefront of humanity. We must change. The answer is simple. We CHOOSE where our money goes. We choose to allocate more resources to education. We allocate are funding to nutrition and agriculture. We give energy to the things that keep us alive not the things that kill us. Everyone should have knowledge of the body and what goes into it and what is important for it to be a completely functional biosuit that is capable, to the uniqueness of each individual. So many things are possible. But first we must understand where the power lies. Stop using it for materialistic gain. We’ve had our fun. Nobody wins if we all lose
RM (via merloryan12)
It still bleeds because you continuously pick the wound. Let it be. Let it heal. Look lovingly at the mark it’s made upon you. For time heals. But acknowledgment truly mends. The scar heals with the rejuvenation of new skin.
RM (via merloryan12)
Ideas are contagious Speak words of fire Let the olde burn Decimation Complete and utter decimation
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Scratches upon whittle knee
And like most he went through a great upheaval in his life. That tore the roots from under his feet, mask from his face, and soul from the nether realms. Flipped upside down whilst spun around. Round and round and round. He couldn’t take no more he hit the floor and threw up. Who was he. How did he screw up. Walking in dizzy array. No physical being to guide him upon his way. The day was today and yet today, of course, was not the day. Yet tomorrow’s today and in his yesterday’s he played. How he howled and yelled and wailed. His ship filled with water oh how he bailed, he failed, he’d failed. But to fail. Oh to fail. Oh to fail. Is to find the means to create a sturdier sail.
Hands of suggestion
What does it mean to completely surrender to a moment? In this day and age it is as rare a commodity as glistening diamond. I faulted at what it means to be aware. Our energy is pulled by invisible hands, they stroke our chin and cheek, whispering of completion through comparisons. They say ‘ look here sweet girl, this is it, this is what you need.’ And another ‘ no, no, no, that just won’t do it. It’s not the same. You need this. This over here is what you need!’ But over there ‘ Dont listen to those fools! Listen to me. For I have the answers you seek.’ She is pulled every way to Sunday. Adding more. More weight. More illusions. You go further. Every time you are takin further from that voice inside. Saying hey, my lovely girl, your are okay, you are okay exactly where you reside.

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I guess the key is to love playing the game and not have your goal winning at it. Because when you win or beat it all that’s left is to play again or find another game. Find the joy playing from where you’re at.
Rm (via merloryan12)
Humanity’s Greed
Minutes turn to hours Days turn to weeks And now a year has come And Like a fool I believed That time could heal all Of this pain, that I bleed I’ve gotten the call Planted it like a seed That I will heal myself So that all can see Time is an illusion Given to us by humanity’s greed
RM