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B.I.O T.I.M.E.S (Bravery is Ominous Times Interrupting Malevolent Erratic Spirits)
Fear not for I am here...right beside you...behind you...yes...I am all around you...reach out your arm....can you feel me take your hand? Pucker your lips...can you feel my kiss? Close your eyes...can you picture my face? I can see you smile ever so futile, for it but merely accentuates your clandestine tear. I can feel you quiver... shaken, frozen, listless, perpetually breathless...succumbing to the fear...honey I swear...I am right here...envision my voice; listen for it.... baby...cuff your ear....tell me can you hear? This is your chance...I know it’s been a damn tough year...but it’s time you stand up and fight...because I know you can rise out of this stupor...all you have to do is muster up the strength...babe...please...for me...just dig down deep awaken the beast...I know it’s inside you still...no...It has not ceased!
The words of a lover passed echoing upon every fibre of being, spoken through my ear, the breath still tickling thy cheek and now as words begin to manifest upon this page I wonder just what they could mean. Fear I do not, strong I stand, lively I breathe, and energetically I play.
Alone you are not for I am near...confident and patient you must remain...I know your soul was maimed...and your dreams were slayed...but in your heart I shall for all eternity remain...I am very near...yes...take a look around...I am the pen you grasp...I am the paper upon which you stare...I am the words you weave and the air you breathe...honey I swear...I am still your lovely angel dear...I can see your bewilderment...ever so transparent, for it is but merely inscribed with block letters upon face...yes...baby...it is I you hear...I can feel you growing stronger...no longer do you quiver...this is your chance...babe...please...for me...seize this opportunity...because I know you have it in you...you can win if you want to!
The words of a lover passed echoing upon every fibre of being, whispered through my ear, breath still tickling my cheek, a kiss wetting my lips still ever so strikingly sweet as words begin to manifest upon this page I wonder what it could all mean because fear I do not, strong I stand, and lively I breathe, energetically I play...
Fear not for I am here...right beside you...and behind you...yes...I am all around you...I am the pen you grasp... I am the page upon which you stare...I am the words you weave and the very life you breathe...I am here for you...and here with you...I am BIO TIMES
Bravery
In
Ominous
Times
Interrupting
Malevolent
Erratic
Spirits
The words of a lover passed echoing upon every fibre of being, spoken through my ear, the breath still tickling thy cheek and now as words begin to manifest upon this page I wonder just what they could mean. Fear I do not, strong I stand, lively I breathe, and energetically I play.
Alone you are not for I am near...confident and patient you must remain...I know your soul was maimed...and your dreams were slayed...but in your heart I shall for all eternity remain...I am very near...yes...take a look around...I am the pen you grasp...I am the paper upon which you stare...I am the words you weave and the air you breathe...honey I swear...I am still your lovely angel dear...I can see your bewilderment...ever so transparent, for it is but merely inscribed with block letters upon face...yes...baby...it is I you hear...I can feel you growing stronger...no longer do you quiver...this is your chance...babe...please...for me...seize this opportunity...because I know you have it in you...you can win if you want to!
The words of a lover passed echoing upon every fibre of being, whispered through my ear, breath still tickling my cheek, a kiss wetting my lips still ever so strikingly sweet as words begin to manifest upon this page I wonder what it could all mean because fear I do not, strong I stand, and lively I breathe, energetically I play...
Fear not for I am here...right beside you...and behind you...yes...I am all around you...I am the pen you grasp... I am the page upon which you stare...I am the words you weave and the very life you breathe...I am here for you...and here with you...I am BIO TIMES
Bravery
In
Ominous
Times
Interrupting
Malevolent
Erratic
Spirits
Published 3rd Feb 2016
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3rd Feb 2016 11:44pm
Everything from title, to tempo, to narration. Very provocative, touching write. Rife with connections, elusions, and insights.
Thanks for posting. I hope this writing is cathartic for you; and that you feel supported by the community.
A.I.
Thanks for posting. I hope this writing is cathartic for you; and that you feel supported by the community.
A.I.
3rd Feb 2016 11:56pm
thanks A.I. Yeah it was kind of weird, when I was back in high school I wanted to enter a poetry contest, but didn't have any poems that met the minimum length requirement and I was getting really close to the deadline (because it takes a couple weeks for stuff to get from Canada to the US.) but I had complete and total Writer's Block, until one evening I was just about to give up and not enter when I heard the voice of my girlfriend who had passed away a few months prior whisper in my ear the first sentence. So I sat back down and a couple hours later this is the result.
I don't know if it comes across (hope it did) but I wrote this with the intent of it almost being like a conversation between me and her (I guess) spirit.
I don't know if writing this was really cathartic or not...it was defiantly weird
thanks for the read, comment, and RL spot
cheers
I don't know if it comes across (hope it did) but I wrote this with the intent of it almost being like a conversation between me and her (I guess) spirit.
I don't know if writing this was really cathartic or not...it was defiantly weird
thanks for the read, comment, and RL spot
cheers
