The Glass Hour

@patdolan83

Repetition

Crashing tides against still rocks. Washing machines full of odd white socks. Broken dreams of a once hope filled child. Spoken screams of one usually so mild.

@ashhkat

*this is one of my older opuses. Decided to use it* #household Moonlight reflects, My greatest respects, This distant place, Gives me such a distaste, Sparks shower, This is the glass hour.

@jackalice

Fragrant Silence

Fragrant silence,. Scented,. With hope, and memories seemingly nonchalant in violence. Melancholy breeze,. Attempted,. To soothe, to heal, old sins we breathed. Winter rain,. Relented,.

@MrSuperman

Tomorrow Land

Tomorrow Land October 24 2010 Passion boil Never toil With what is ought to stay Never prick me with that splendor For what i'd often pray Little bird your wings are clipped Her window shut and...

@Weirdwolf

Words

Words are my toys, that bend and do not break. Like an unbreakable sword, double edged, give or take.

@littleone

Emotion Suspicion

Is this fate, Or is this love. Is this real, Or a gift from above. Is this destiny, Or is this perfection. Is this true, Or just small affection. Is this life, Or is this your heart.

@magicmilkshake

Days, even years from now Our thoughts, they will be read Days, even years from now Our bodies will be dead And when I fall I will run Run by your side To the sun Now I'm wondering Where we're...

@VikingHorn

Words

Words flow like blood from a wounded heart on a cold, cloudless day. Words pour like wine from a paper cup in a vague, meaningless way.