Blood Relations

I have tried very hard to have faith in people.
My blood runs cold when I realize
Even my blood connects me to people.
What is even mine?

A swimming pool with thousands of limbs
Beating the water to float.
Yes, beating.
But the water is immersive, and our bodies knives
Drowning in the depths
Of a contained mind.

Sometimes everything seems imaginary.
Floating in a space I stop operating in at times.
But then, it fills me
Love for people. Kind people.
And I can forget I am a being of blood.

Relations translate to conversations and words that I say.
I say.
Not words that have passed down generations,
Heart to heart-
Beating in tandem.
Dubgubdub.

These walls cannot contain me.
My body cannot contain me.
For I refuse to be in a box that is not mine.
Even though it has my partial name.

~insight07

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Want


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I get lost in the patterns of people
Eyes that I read
Bodies that breathe
Wandering meandering senses
Of wanting to be understood.
Minds and lips that never find
A connection, a need to know
Where does the depth to one end?
I dip my feet in the salty blue-grey
Skin pruning under the touch of clouds.
A feeling deep rooted
Branches through my eyes.
I wish, some understood
And some didn’t.
A feeling to be wanted
In a way that I want
By someone I want
Is alien to me.
Where does this need end?
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Straight spine

With a cracked bone in my body
I walk a mountain a time
Emotions have piled
Hours have piled
Time flows a muddy river.
They say hard work breeds a garden-
Autumn seems to have descended.
Warm colours trapped in leaves cry
Withering trees stand with a straight spine.
A white sky is a mirror
White sea shares its light-
Sun is melting in the over heated..
Cup of water that I drink each night.
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~insight07
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Perfecting art

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I have perfected the art of isolation.

I sit by myself

Sleep by myself

Dream the dreams by myself

And walk all the steps by myself.

Maybe it would have been terrible

Maybe it could be toxic

But I like my company

And the Quiet that ever so often

Seeps into my wordless conversations.

I fill this tiny space of four walls

With everything that bursts of me

Telling my story- a cave of my mind

That people enter and leave.

My body speaks in a language you try to understand

My hands try to untangle my thoughts as I speak in front of a person or crowds.

Does anything ever last?

I don’t know.

But I’m perfecting the art of being me

And it makes me happy.

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