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i don’t need conquered…

my own exile from today’s reality. came at a cost. that my savage heart, can’t help but bleed. a beautiful kind of chaos. that my insanity needs. as i’m found on my knees. praying to a god, that doesn’t have to be yours. for my rogue soul, that can’t help but wander… aimlessly throughout my days. and within my so called absurdities, i don’t need conquered. i need a whole lot of love, to run wild with mine.
-Joshua Ryan Stewart

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kisses upon my soul

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foundations of yesterdays

dreams lost to memories. that hearts and souls, just outgrew. lingering around within thoughts, that used to be real. feelings found written upon cardboard gravestones. become soaked, within the storm of today. as the words start to bleed. and lose their form. washing away yesterdays visible proof. yet those dreams still lay in rest. buried in unmarked graves. as new dreams, and new memories. start to be built. upon the ruins of yesterdays. in hopes of… those yesterdays losses. will help build a better foundation for today. instead of making it weaker.
-Joshua Ryan Stewart

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still pounding that rhythmical beat…

how many feelings, can i compose. within syllables, constructing meaningless words. before it all starts to decompose. and rot upon soulless trees. lyrically torn, and poetically rambling. feeling like some disgusting porn. as i spread myself, like some kind of disease. born into corrupted bloodlines. where foresight, only goes as far as our eyes. the loss of long forgotten strings. that used to connect… more than just bodies. as love becomes a fairytale. and the world forgets how to dream. losing the magic, within our souls. yet i’m still pounding out a rhythmical beat. within this art of mine, once known as the human heart. but within the tongues of an forgotten language. my lungs become… deflated balloons. as it gets hard to breathe. screaming hellos… that always end, with goodbyes.
-Joshua Ryan Stewart

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my lyrical demise part XVIII

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standing just under six foot two inches. with my hat, tilted down. i’m not afraid. to bear anything and everything that i am. but i cover my eyes. because i can’t deny the shine, my soul gives them. but i can’t ignore the stories, they tell as well. misfortunes of a tortured soul. a heart full of holes. and a mind… rambling constantly throughout universes. that i’m trying to unfold. i’ve always been called unique. that i have to agree with. but i find it hard, to find myself… a place, within this life. i hear more than enough screaming noises. saying my name. i’ve even dripped into that shame. a time or fifty. never taking it too far. because my attention, needs more than just anyone’s attention. i more than just words. echoing from tongues. more than just actions. falling short of their purpose. i need a place, within this godforsaken race. where i can hang my hat. lay my heart, soul, and mind, on the table. and say… this is what i’m bringing. now show me what you’ve got. to match what i hold… within these eyes of mine.
-Joshua Ryan Stewart

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