poetry

Go Fuck Yourself.

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When the moon is full but the night is dark, when the wind is dry as your spirit has past.

In the vessel you lay in a quiet wooden box, but your mind travels to a place where it eventually stops.

Here you are greeted by an overwhelming peace, and the demons within you fall quiet and cease.

You’re showed your life lived, along with the mistakes, and explained the reason you wound up in this place.

You fall and feel the grass weave between your fingers, but there’s an uncertainty that hovers over you and lingers.

You stare down into the water and that’s where you see me, standing over your body lying in a ship of Mahogany.

The mistakes you’ve made are forgiven and replaced, with determination and purpose to the life you’re again yet to face.

You’ve a chance to repossess the vessel you left at rest, or to start again anew and hope for the best.

The earth where you lived had been rough and unkind, but you’re unsure still of what you were put there to find.

You shared your love, blood and breath on the way, only to remain lonely at the end of the day.

But I was always there, as much as I physically and mentally could, until the day that I realized it would be me surrounded by wood.

Little did I know that responding to these alarms, would deprive me of the peace that I could only get in your arms.

The spell that you cast has never been broken, despite all the hurtful words that were spoken.

So if you decide not to leave the man in the box, you can come and find me when you’re no longer lost.

I’ll be here my darling until the very end of your time, and your heart will be safe to forever beat within mine.

Listen, her.

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You speak of a wooden heart, and I know that of a story too well, but the splinters break away and tear through my veins to rain blood down on this version of hell.

First born to the sea, floating naively..

Setting sail with notion, this virgin ship sailed it’s first rough ocean, being shoved around by passing waves of emotion..

The sun rapes my eyes upon the horizon..

By the aftermath of the first storm, it took me years to discover that my sails were torn…

See you can take an axe to this heart only to discover it’s cemented seamless core, and no matter the tool you use to pry it open you’ll find yet another wooden door.

And it’s locked.. With a key that’s been lost for years, buried beneath an ocean of tears, from those I’ve lost and those I’ve gained, still causing everyone who climbs aboard, the utmost pain.

With an anchor tied to my feet, embedded so deep without enough room to breathe, I fall under the surface of my own sea, catching each wave as it washes over me.

And I’m tired… and I’m done, what is this life that I’ve succumbed? For which else does it hold if, what is yet to unfold?

I don’t forsee it.. there’s no lighthouse guiding me home, the bulb has long since blown, and now I’m just used to floating alone.

If you happen to find me, be weary of what you drag to shore, because of what seems to be a structured door, is actually rotting at the core.

To ensure your safety, avoid splinters in your heart too, as you’re determined to pursue, this mission of rescue.. When eventually you’ll see, that the waves that once crashed over me, wash us upon this beach.

And as the tide begins to rise, you wipe the sand from my eyes and you come to realise.. where my anchor still resides, pulling me to my demise.