A silver eye, far away
keeps me hoping for
the advent of day
I slowly wade through
the smooth waters still
wondering at the moonlight
As it ripples around my
slowly soaked feet, I
feel cold as I realise the truth
That the moonlight on the water, as bright as it may be, in itself is no more than a mere reflection
An ever present wound, permanently reminding us of Day.
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I am Matt, a london teenager, fanatical sailor and occasional windsurfer. I would like nothing more than to be a writer, poet and novelist when I'm slightly older and I consider myself a jack of all trades (but master of none :P). Join me for my (usually) daily poetry, very occasional stories, songs and shenanigans about anything that tickles my fancy! I always follow back ;)
How lonely are ye to sit below this simple tree, And ponder of a world where passion has toes curled, And flaming rivers run Under a bright, golden sun, A rock sinks in your gut, Looking out...
Your soul called me today. And told me that your secrets lay. Inside your heart where I can't see. Invisible from the world, so you'll never be free.
I am the depth of a mirror - one quarter inch, or less.
What If you were to die later today?. Where would you go, what would you say?.
Don't you hate endings. Like literally. They cause these unsorted feelings inside that makes you frown and sad and and really annoyed.
I dream so much. I dream at night. I daydream in the day. In the abundance of light. I dream in sadness and I dream in wealth. I dream in sickness. I dream of health.
It turns into a cloudy day. Hazy in so many ways. The weekends dreams laid low by wine. Truths and falsehoods intertwine. I fall into monotony. The boredom's here, I'm all at sea.
And it's just one of those nights. Where your mind is as cloudy as the night sky. And your thoughts are louder than your mouth. Where there's too many emotions running through your veins.
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