NOISE keeping me at adistance,bending me tohis will,keeps my thoughtsin awhisper,branches snappingscreaming at me,find a slit inthe night,dissolving through thescreen,alert,a whistleiron on iron,escaping,to the safety of myown noise Drew Frederic Model: JACOBLocarion: Jonesborough, TN
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No One Listened
No One Listened i went about my lifearound and aroundhappy, buta disease is growingmanifesting witheyes always upon mesecrets kepteventuallyrages surfacescarsscabsa cluttering of bruises shame glances onlyno one will face mei am screaming, insideno one listened faded timesleeping smiles awakenvisual signs, vanishedstill screaming insidesolid looksinto my eyestalking at me a return around and aroundeyes upon merageContinue reading “No One Listened”
Black Bird Fly
Black Bird Fly elusive Beethovenneverknowing trust, raptureescapingformingthe abyss, red, black, blueoilsseeingcreating pain, candywhite crossjunkeuphoric escapes, all designingthetrenchof instant release, more, moremoreneverending more, light’salluringdarknesssucks inthe promise, residueis butpainevolving into, afracturedmanic soul, the casualtyoferasing pain Drew Frederic
LIGHT
Light kissing and caressingas it dancesupon the body,thesole agentimpressingthe thoughtsofthe eye Drew Frederic
THOUGHTs CHOICEs
THOUGHTs CHOICEs thoughts choices thoughtsthoughts thoughts thoughtschoiceschoicesChoiiiii cesssssss ………… thoughts choices thoughta thought a choicechoicesthoughts and choice they arewhat set us apartin theanimal kingdom thoughtchoicethoughtchoice and yEtthey areour owndestruction a thought and a choice stewardordestroyer choices thoughts enjoying the journeyorself destructing thoughtschoices reverent service kindnessself-love thoughtschoices hate loathing voidselfish thoughtschoices the journey Drew Frederic
Complicated
Complicated iamacomplicatedman.wrapped upinthoughts.releasedbytheequationofanother. Model: TimothyPhotographer and Poet: Drew Frederic
Waking Up
Waking Up i feel the warmth of his breatha quiet coldness melts awayturning overa toucha grinsoft kiss upon my eyesolace embraces my thoughtsthe scent of his desiresa toucha grinroaming fingersroaming lipssoft teetha toucha grinwaKing uP Drew Frederic Image: Shot on a cliff on the PCH in Monterrey, CA
The Day
The Day Cold, a word freezing my eyeBlindness is at my door, it steals my timeI am the one who will hold your heartYou do not go unheard, the man you need warms youYou will not give up and you will have your choicesAnd you will have your ladder to the stars You are notContinue reading “The Day”
Sanctuary in Chaos
Sanctuary in Chaos i don’t even knowmy opening mind full of tambourine noiseit keeps following themagic of the foldnot knowing of wanderingeffortless actionjingling jingles jinglingtangling up in thepurity of thedangerous daunting deceivingbeauty of the rolling wheel 44 running to the brushesrunning to the paintsurviving within my own 44 scarcely a trace leftit will be alrightiContinue reading “Sanctuary in Chaos”
Sorry Doesn’t Exist Anymore
Sorry Doesn’t Exist Anymore a lie that couldn’t lietime can’t thinknot fooled by the talkthis lover is not the oneif i could break the moldi’d find myselfbut i’m not a begging manand i ride a southbound traini’ll never call out your namei’ve been alonefor many many nights sorry doesn’t exist anymore something to sayi lostContinue reading “Sorry Doesn’t Exist Anymore”
Meant To Be
Meant To Be the flow of timethe hubris of this ideashow me the past memoryit will not be mineimpossible?show me the future memoryit will be minepossible?two different timesamplifiedthe same memorytwo different peoplethe same dualityi see with more than eyesnot supposed to be like everyone elseit is not the measure of meheyyyyyyy heyyyyywhat’s the matter withContinue reading “Meant To Be”
44
44 patterns evolve, patternsbrief blindnesseverything with a purposenumbers, energy, numbersseeing them, seeing iteverywhere44numbers are nothingit is what’s in betweenintuitiontry to hard, paranoiaicarus found, hubrisnumbers interrelatedicarus kept flappingit’s a code233 / 144, thetathumb trembles, trembles, tremblesblood traits, patternstremble, tremble, tremblei exist44patterns Drew Frederic
HOOKED
Hooked Tap, Tap, Tap, I sit and TapLooking at the frame look back at meTap, Tap, Tap, I sit and TapThe lines on the paper are crookedTap, Tap, Tap, I sit and TapHis image is stuck in my head, I try to break freeMy mind loses control, it spins in one directionThe fog is thick,Continue reading “HOOKED”
Falling Leaves
Falling Leaves unrelenting dreamscurse my earsshatter my reality not knowing what iscreates tiny puddleswhich cling to myspheres of blue being lost within pictures at nightpushes me into a realmof closing walls the last dance of twisted memoriesforever my partner they will be quicksand is now my shadowfear, an unrequested allyteaches me lessonswhich i do notContinue reading “Falling Leaves”
Shelter
Shelter deceptive mist hits my faceawakening me from an indecent slumberunaware of where I amthoughts violate my mindcold, wondering, thirstinghe still hangs onto mei remember releasing himyet still he secretly dominatesin the distant, i slice his throatnext to me, i comfort his painconfusedalonehis control lingerstiredexhaustedcraving shelter Drew Frederic
The Bearded One
The Bearded One i traveled to hallowed ground a wretched manbroken, disturbed, shallow, and vaininternally full of echoseyes full of noisehappy i was?day of rest arrives for somenight arrives for meit calls me to my feetit calls me outstreets are emptyquiet surrounds meears easily enticed by ego filled lightvoices tell me to walk the linesstreetsContinue reading “The Bearded One”
There Is a Man
Love Poem
The Gift of Lines
The Gift of Lines it starts with a linesimple linesall put togetherin an ordereach existingrelying upon each otherany deviationoutcome is not the samefollowingthinkinghummingsingingflowingperforming with loveprecise heattimingit’s not magica gift presentedit starts with a line Drew Frederic Model: Roy PazLocation: Tel Aviv, IsraelDrew Frederic Photography I met Roy serendipitously (spell check does not like this word)Continue reading “The Gift of Lines”
The Time Has Come
The Time Has Come tormented with dreamsi wake up a thoughtless sinner.hardened heart.i have fallen.demons scratching at my soullocked upthrashingscreaming.i ache for the love of one.kiss me and release melet me into your heartand I will dance.let me be freefrom myself.gift me a bladei will slice my skinand tear it off.excruciating painwelcomed.transforming into daylight.i goContinue reading “The Time Has Come”
I Know What I Like
I know What I Like i don’t know where i am goingbut I like where I have beeni am a traveling manand i like my whiskey without icei don’t have it all figured outbut i like my backdoori am a traveling manand i like my whiskey without icei don’t know where I belongbut I likeContinue reading “I Know What I Like”
Surrendering
Surrendering society told me who i wasthey told my storyplacing me in a cornertheir voicekeeping me down1 2 3 4chasing myselfknocking myself outblocksfailurescreaming for releasemeeting a strangerspun me around he didsurrenderingletting loosevulnerablescaredknowing i must move forwardhearing each of his clicksstrength is buildinghis wordsencouraginggiving me freedomrealizingi was my own jailerhis clicks flipped a switchnowit begins withContinue reading “Surrendering”
Butterflies
Butterflies aching heartpainaching heartfreezingtomorrow?noa 44one bulletinto …..exPlosionwoah…….fragmEnts fill the skyforming intoa million butterfliesthey cover mynaked boDytime slowsmeltinginto my skini feel asensationlovehe has arRivedagaina century has passedyet…he fOund meagainbutterfliesjoy Drew Frederic tomorrow is yet to be promised ……… act upon the butterflies that swirl in your soul and enjoy the feelings of joy they bring
Solitude
Solitude i am not sadi am rebooting my brain.i am not lonelyi am thinking deeply.i am not antisociali am discovering myself.i am not depressedi am finding my voice.i am not withdrawni am focusing.SOLITUDEthe best gifti can give myself. Drew Frederic
One Purpose
One Purpose buzz buzz buzzdistant thoughtsvibrating Pieces of skinhe uttered ‘hello’focused, unfocusedbuzz buzz buzzgreen eyEs his baitchin, smile, grinno small linesi hear a wee soundbuzz buzz buzzglueD, ungluedhis lightdreams, realitywhy notbuzz buzz buzzpleasure is allthe samei do not want justwordswish me the painin the comfoRt of yourtearsfar far awayi hear the loud soundbuzz buzz buzztravel,Continue reading “One Purpose”
Imagine One Day
IMAGINE ONE DAY Imagineone dayyou decideto live withoutfearimagine imagineone dayyou decidenot to worrywhat others thinkof youimagine imagineone dayyou decideto be the realyouand notthe onlineperson youhave perceivedimagine imagineone dayyou decideto walka different pathimagine imagineone dayyou decideto let goof youregoimagine imagineone dayyou decideto feelyour ownrhythmsimagine imagineone dayyou decidetodecide imagineimagineimagine Drew Frederic