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“red balloons fall from their hands”

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turning on the inside to fall against all pieces broken in the sky

kites withstand the black glass shining through your heart

your beauty written across every page

turmoil in their silence, blinding the discarded ships falling the lost ocean

turn around to face the days rising on top of every collateral emotion

spinning with a deeper understanding of the hidden gesture drowning above the lakes

every picture on the wall, the still of your escape bleeding from every wall

withstand notes that decay like painted footprints across discolored sentiments

every inch of value rising from the glass ocean

inside you recreate pictures in amplified mirrored houses of figment

digging deeper for silver recognizing the survival- a horse’s instinct

crashing colors against black glass impacting surviving luminescence staining beneath your skin

dusting fingerprints impacted at the end of your mind

reveal the darker contrast of rising castles breaking sustainability

red balloons fall from their hands echoing past eternity

“when we find each other in the light”

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leave this world damaged like a pin prick

facing the wall of confusion

pretend it wasn’t everything that mattered

Now we’re broken in two at the edge of a photograph

peel away every part of confusion

stare into the blinding ocean

the needle damaged without introspection

scaling behind the walls

lost behind the edge of ability

burn up a million formulas in your head

if this bird flies a kite behind paradise

withstand the wind that lifts up the skin

haunted by a million colors in the dark

step through the cathedral walls

climb on top of every memory

every dream lost behind control

dig apart every voice left in the sky

when they read your mind behind comprehension

skin shedding all it’s pain away

when we find each other in the light

Cryptophasia is a phenomenon of a language developed by twins (identical or fraternal) that only the two children can understand. The word has its roots from the Greek crypto, meaning secret, and phasia, meaning speech.

a hope beating faster and faster

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I heard you reach out from the distance
all the cars crashing inside my head
can we ever go deeper than this true aspect
multiply half a mind and shatter past mistakes
fog pressing under my skin
prevent a million relapses with one disguise
hurt breaking from the mirror in your mind
don’t try to stand around to watch it all fall inside
drive a hundred million miles on the icy shores
not a day left damaged to struggle against
watch the colors forecast a hope beating faster and faster
we shelter the world stuck in isolation

“to win this battle & conquer it all”

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i see the faces through the window trying to get past broken memories

i feel time slipping & wasting up inside

call another stranger to dream it all away

words are broken against the wall

too tired to let this feeling go

signs are paved like magnetism

shift the desire into a new meaning today

colors cycle through time

i hear the voices call me from the ground

count the numbers like timezones to a million dimensions

step through this loss like an epidemic

shake my skin to feel alive before second glance

I hear it all coming alive like photosynthesis

a shock hits hard against their faces

can’t wake from this daydream

can’t force myself to change obliteration

i see a million colors bursting lost days with freedom

we climb on top of this hill with hope rising past every achievable point

i see you lock your future so bright to claim it all

don’t want to finish in second place

don’t want to let them put me away

to win this battle & conquer it all

i see the colors so abstract from a million points of view

coming alive in so many different ways

“enumerate cathedral walls”

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i’m at the stoplight trying to remember it all…

before we crash against tomorrow…

Fuel up my insides with disbelief

I hear all the photographs talking about the lost collapse

a million sounds lodging through my brain

fall through the stairs to skin my eyes of sin

One more pinprick to control obscurity like design

shuffling past all the days written in your head

try to imagine a future without recourse

I see the aspiration written across the depth of instability

To conquer a million mountains for you

to withstand the longevity sparkle through your eyes

watch us roll down the hill to burn instinct beyond infinity

walk through time to wash away every ounce of pain

step across monuments with a million lost gifts inside

drive to stand still

enumerate cathedral walls

we watch them describe a piece of faith to amplify every ounce of self control

 

Crystal Static Machine

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tried to erase the hours inside my head

break the walls inside

it’s tomorrow I can’t feel

sounds breaking through my window

I have a choice

I have a voice

that won’t distance

before I take a stance

a crystal static machine

prove my denial

change so optimistic

the gift in your hand speaks with clear stained skies

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look at the world with new meaning

are you the dream running far from the shore?

like exaltation carry ships past a million years of movement

the future half ingested

yearning for a deeper breath

close the frequencies pinned behind the damage

wrap a piece of treachery in every envelope

a sentence half completed

a word locked deep inside

the final view from your eyes

images pace my determination

every sequence out of memory

flash light photography catches a lingering breath

an empty hour inside your head

reverse the substance left on your lips

memorize the forecast in every detail

perspiration evaporating sickness

dust off dreams in the memory ward

you’re the reach for focus without modified lenses

I’m running up the stairs

don’t pretend we face this battle all alone

don’t lock up all instinct

don’t fake direction

don’t manufacture half separations

the gift in your hand speaks with clear stained skies

shelf-life

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confusion beyond deterioration

looking for hope within

like the tunnels diving deeper inside

change beyond recollection

seams we tear apart with apathy

a clue into your instinct

the right to tranquility

men crash in shopping carts

time lifting from their hands

catching a million photographs in the wind

the bright colors drifting me closer to you

like the chemicals drifting out of sequence

a false analysis like sedimentary angels

when I grip my faith across billboard screens

the sounds lighting the future

colors like emotions re-separate

the time clock spins faster but I am drifting backwards into this chair

all the determination withstands a shelf-life

re-ignite and re-engage the glass of a broken dream

like pictures broken inside my hands

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pray for a miracle

when I’m not drowning inside

look towards the sky when every dream comes true

to have you in my arms again

is it all pretend?

am I just watching the visions inside my mind?

am I watching something lost at sea

when the boats circle their distance

when we run towards the shore

when every footstep breaks the barrier

every border around your heart

a million birds fly through the sky

like pictures broken inside my hands

scatter them across the ocean

put every piece together

and hope for mankind

jump through the sky like reverse magnetism

sparks fly through the electric wire

like the stillness gone away

chains broken inside

focus on every detail