I was born to feel

I was born to absorb my emotions a bit different

I want to see the world through others eyes

I was born to be a poet

I was born to be a writer

I want to be in touch with my tears

I want to know where they came from

I want to know where your scars came from

I want to understand you

I was born to be something I didn’t know existed

I was born to love you

I was born to share something that is suppose to bring us together

I was born to hold you

I was born so we could be together

I was born to love you until the end of time

(1st Verse)
Sipping on a drink of courage,
Drifting away from the conversation.
I can feel the fire, this aching desire,
Never wanting to get rid of this sensation.
I want to walk right on up to you,
Kiss those million dollar lips.
I want to open up my heart,
Tell you nothing is better than this.

Chorus:
I don’t need alcohol to tell you how I feel.
I don’t need a drug to know this is real.
I don’t need to be high to know that this right,
I don’t need anything to know, you are the center of my life.

(2nd Verse)
Drunk on your wildfire eyes,
Falling in the depths of hunger.
I can feel your hands, making me feel like a man,
Loving you doesn’t make me wonder.
I want to walk right on up to you,
Wrap my arms around your loving skin.
I want to open up my heart,
Tell you being with you is the moment my life began.

Chorus:
I don’t need alcohol to tell you how I feel.
I don’t need a drug to know this is real.
I don’t need to be high to know that this right,
I don’t need anything to know, you are the center of my life.

Bridge:
I’d get a tattoo that says “You’re my girl,”
I’d scream on top of the mountain that you are my world.
I’d get on stage and sing to the crowd…
It’s you and I together, loving you forever,
Every thing about this, I couldn’t be more proud.

Chorus:
I don’t need alcohol to tell you how I feel.
I don’t need a drug to know this is real.
I don’t need to be high to know that this right,
I don’t need anything to know, you are the center of my life.

Dysfunctional chaos
boils around her pinball cerebral brain
Collecting useless trivial knowledge
bouncing around in her shell

Magnetized to others misfortunes
corrosion settling in her veins
Sipping sour riot poison
to soothe her boxed up pain

Sadistic bliss is scalding her
tremors and trampled dandelions
Fragile bones turn to rust
seas burning in her violent eyes

Intangibles becoming cauterized
manipulation is her best friend
Unable to feel the loneliness
despite the thorns in her back

I’m a blurry train wreck
I’m the bottom of a pit
I’m the black ice in the winter
I’m the darkest rain cloud
I’m the sting from the bee
I’m a fading car crash
I’m the dust on the ground
I’m the tears in my lonely eyes
I’m a distant social disease
I’m the monster under my bed
I’m the skeleton in my closet
I’m the spider creating my own web
I’m the tarantula in the desert
I’m the demon in my soul

Locked away

in a stormy diluted vault

Wreckage of trees

Pile of disguises

Human damage

Protecting inner self

Disregarding others

Living for one

Absorbed in exile

Speechless and afraid

No quest for growth

No search for evolution

The stubborn key

is in your clammy palm

I saw you between the kaleidoscopic tears and wretched veins. I kept my distance and harbored the burnt edges of my existence. I clashed with harmony and my own walls that I have personally built. I stand between your denial and my built up frustrations. I walk away to hold on to my sanity knowing my dreams will never come true. I live for you. I live for what I love not the picket fences you created. I always thought love was elastic.

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(1st Verse)
You use to cut me with your sharp tongue,
You use to blind me with your fears that were brighter than the sun.
You use to shake the roots in our ground,
You use to scream and somehow you were no where to be found.
Our walls started to crumble from the darkest skies…
I could hear it, somehow I didn’t fear it,
Don’t worry I didn’t mind hearing you say goodbye.

Chorus:
I’ve been drunk on the moon,
Wishing you couldn’t see my scars.
I’ve been drunk on the moon,
Not far from the spinning star.
I’ve been drunk on the moon,
So happy to be on the other side.
I’ve been drunk on the moon,
Someone else has finally made me feel alive.

(2nd Verse)
You use to say the cruelest words,
You use to laugh when you knew it hurt.
You use to run to the hills as my colors fade,
You use to dance on my rainbow in my parade.
Our walls started to cave from the wind of the storm,
I could see it, I do believe it,
Don’t worry I didn’t mind you walking out the door.

Chorus:
I’ve been drunk on the moon,
Wishing you couldn’t see my scars.
I’ve been drunk on the moon,
Not far from the spinning star.
I’ve been drunk on the moon,
So happy to be on the other side.
I’ve been drunk on the moon,
Someone else has finally made me feel alive.

Bridge:
I didn’t mind feeling your thorn,
I didn’t mind knowing a part of me was torn.
I had to meet you to get where I am now.
I had to be lost to see I’m already found.
I didn’t mind walking on this broken road,
I didn’t mind finding the depths of my soul.

Chorus:
I’ve been drunk on the moon,
Wishing you couldn’t see my scars.
I’ve been drunk on the moon,
Not far from the spinning star.
I’ve been drunk on the moon,
So happy to be on the other side.
I’ve been drunk on the moon,
Someone else has finally made me feel alive

You don’t need stunning

lipstick to make you sexy

You don’t need layers

of make up to make you beautiful

Just be real

You don’t need curves

to make you ravishing

You don’t need to perform

sexual acts to make you desirable

Just be honest

You don’t need to hide

all of the layers that make up you

Just be simply beautiful

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Rambunctious vile

Distasteful and loathsome

Repellant personality

Excruciating voice

Webs of rancid exteriors

A horrid smell of selfishness

Obnoxious point of view

Infamous small mind

Vindictiveness renders

Full filling the lonely

Unable to stand

Crawling like a two month baby

Expecting society to

play an orchestra for a

Prozac Nation

Chasing a high-pitch shout

down an empty bottle

Retracing every convoluted

and mindless discussion

that was conjured up

Deciding not to dwell or

wallow in your demise

doesn’t change that I

can feel every chard of glass

down Broken Bottle Highway

You call yourself a lost soul

but parts of you just vanish

You claim to seek the answers

to the questions you already know

Along the path of stubbornness

Broken Bottle Highway

runs parallel to your demons

I don’t measure myself by the dollar earned

I don’t measure myself by possessions

I don’t measure myself by the scars

I don’t measure myself by what I write

I don’t measure myself by the quantity of friends

I don’t measure myself by my beliefs

I don’t measure myself by who I know

I don’t measure myself by my fears

I don’t measure myself by my philosophies

I don’t measure myself by my tears

I just don’t measure myself

I am who I am

Erratic and frantic

Colors of love blend

Assumptions

Killing your spirit

Relinquish

your demands

Walking upon a

vanishing tightrope

above your sanity

Not cognitive

of the words you spoke

A new picture

has been created

to force you to think

about your being

Constantly hiding

behind the spray

painted heart

Overflowing drops of sadness

crash the grounds of reality

Waves of anger and frustration

soar through every vein

Camouflaging the numbness

wakens the frozen memories

Slowly losing the crack of a smile

shades of grey and black entwine

A living ghost I am, alone—

all that is left of you

I talk in my sleep when I’m wide awake

In limbo I reach out to you,

my anchor in the fog

Overflowing mourning bellows

shattering the reflection in the mirror

Staring into the depths of your selfishness

stirring the darkest hurricanes

Consuming prescriptions of self-hatred

scream at your tarnished soul

Slowly your existence forever fades

whirlwinds of chaos downpour into your loved ones

A living ghost I am, alone—

evidence of your life

I keep together with special effects

And all I want is to touch you,


my anchor in the fog

Overflowing rain of melancholy

drip into the silence of your grave

Crumbled walls are now at your feet

as clouds hang over your torn shadow

Dwelling into your perfectionism

dismantles your steel cage

Slowly your wishes become true

Your actions speak a thousand poems

than the words you spoke alive

A living ghost I am no more—

I’ll breathe for me and you

Laugh for me and you, love for me and you

But still, I want to hold you tight,


my anchor in the fog

B.M. – Non italics parts

K.A – Italic Part

Collaboration of Braeden Michaels & Kindra M. Austin

Poemsandparagraphs.wordpress.com

I enjoyed collaborating with Kindra. It was easy. Her writing is real, raw, and honest to the core. Check out her blog.

From the bottom of a popcorn box

you can hear her high pitch voice

Non stop talking china doll

Full of a twenty four hour energy drink

Delicate as a single pink rose

A lover of the circus and antiques

Captivating scent of a brand new car

Exuberant and chipper

A admirer of Beatles lyrics and Dylan

Devoted woman to her husband

Mother of two innocent boys

Overplayed copycat

Natural born follower

A stone cold soldier

Immoral degenerate

Disrespectful to authority

Wearing entitlement

like a gold chain around

his young ignorant neck

Expecting grand gestures

from the overblown world

The gold chain was stolen

Dressed in torture

Walking terror

A needling headache

Laced in crime

Spiked high heels

Swallowing animalism

Tied to manipulate

Unorthodox perception

Raping the innocent

Unconventional suction

Wearing a collar of deceit

Chained to flames

Licking the drippings

Genuine leaking disarray