Into the Bones

By Stirlyngskul

I refer to this first book of three as middle me. This was during the battle that was being waged inside not only due to all the physical chaos in my life but also due to the turmoil and passion in my heart and soul. I have never been a predictably formulaic “roses are red” poet as my glasses have never been tinted that color despite the love I have for every day. I decided to begin in the middle as earlier writing has an air of curiosity and innocence while recent writing is also a reflection in its own right. This book is about the time when I was drowning because I forgot that I had learned to swim.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Nov 6, 2019
• ISBN: 9781524612641

Stirlyngskul

If words are an expression of who and what you are in any given moment or any given day, then poetry to me is the music of the soul. As someone who has always been as musically inclined as I am fascinated in that art as well, I have always been better at creating my own music than performing someone else’s artwork. In each of my poems, I can draw one or more concepts for songs. The current of words, the push of a brush, the beat of a heart, and the humming vibe of a sound—they’re all similar energy that stems from the artist in us all, and we are all indeed master maestros. You destroy a pencil to make a picture; you destroy energy to emit dance. Passion is what I write about, and passion takes many forms, but as obtuse or sharp as some lines and concepts may seem, love has always eclipsed any negative emotion. I write for the same reason as everyone else does anything. It is a part of what I am as a human being, so therefore, I let it flow.

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Published by AuthorHouse  11/05/2019

ISBN: 978-1-5246-1265-8 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-5246-1264-1 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2016909143

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CONTENTS

i’m untitled

Know Need

Inlightin

toolate

Hungered

Glaring down the street

Respect My

Even better than that

Grow

Battle Too Big

You, her, and him

the face on the back

Milleni-numb

Rebounding

Inspire the fighter

Nurturing Nature

Sucking Work

fReAkS be with me

Nowhere, Somewhere. Anywhere

Whim

bored for a second an hour later

Hone

Momentarily Magnificently

At one time

Powerful Soft

Answers?

Munstar

Truthspokin

Hurri. Came.

We need

Borrowed

Away

I’m (not) sorry for me

Something

Happy New Day

Sponge

Faulty

Go on

Keep the Fight

Which…

Five miles in between

Time not related to me

some of the time

Theorem

Outlook Stormy

Lovely Limbo

Use dead-on words

Short haul

People over there

General Command

Waiting on nothing

Going

Heat the cold

Prey to Predator

Closure

Fan

Suffoceducated

Have a taste

View-like

Nothing Every Moment

Smuggling Sunshine

Lowest high above

My Boy

Kicking

like air

Decide

Divide

Humanly; partly

SO humid

Carnal

War

I don’t care that you don’t care

Nice to meet ya; take care!

Today, tomorrow, the next…

The minute after 12:27

Shhhhhh

Just like you, only completely different

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Proof

Walls in

Signals mixing poorly

Self-suffice

Peace of Warrior

Ladders

Tired

Why me sometimes?

In the time it takes

Sea Sick See

You’re almost like ME

Kicking Metal

Decline

Backstabbing

Mostly Fluid

Wasted, that day

Predictably Chaotic

This morning’s movement

the little things, the big things, and things

Happy

If words are an expression of who and what you are in any given moment or any given day, then poetry to me is the music of the soul. As someone who has always been as musically inclined as I am fascinated in that art as well, I have always been better at creating my own music than performing someone else’s artwork. In each of my poems, I can draw one or more concepts for songs. The current of words, the push of a brush, the beat of a heart, and the humming vibe of a sound—they’re all similar energy that stems from the artist in us all, and we are all indeed master maestros. You destroy a pencil to make a picture; you destroy energy to emit dance. Passion is what I write about, and passion takes many forms, but as obtuse or sharp as some lines and concepts may seem, love has always eclipsed any