Mental Health, Relationship

Ossuary Sea

Jellyfish spit love
Tinkering with nature
The pleasure geyser from under the frown
Settle for up or down

A friend that failed you;
Once a three headed goddess
merry-go-round
Now she’s restless as a Wolfgang huntress
Chasing a sorrow bit tale
A mad clap ovation to tear down the love summit

Perplexed, when we come back for more harm
When times are good, demanded the sorrow to stay away
Pushy like the river into the sea
Water element, better then the air to breathe

The horizontal bones
sinking bells below,
Out of decadence we all go under, in watery graves tonight
In hope, to awaken in aria’s soul-mist
A great acquiesce, to exist
A perpendicular recovery
In a circulation towards love again

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Mental Health

Under the Channel, resting Solitude

I’m just one little rock,
In your river-bed.
The crowd, a fizzle of flooded bubbles;
To wash you with compliments and cut you deep down in your stoney bed.
Without their fickleness you’d would have forgotten your essence, fashioned as hard and dense, but with soft edges.
For their loving nature, is a constant rushing; destined to remember after we’ve all gone away.

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