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Do ever wish you could see your past and your future Just change the clock and see what's ahead Or go back and see the once loved that are now dead. Give a relative their last hug.
Walk with me on common ground through the wastelands, I know I'll find the key to your heart. Tell me now, if life is wasted in my hands, I know the days are harder yet to start.
I am stuck between light and time, the darkness is never ending. In a blink of my eyes the darkness ends, my mind starts ascending.
#anagram+acrostic W-eak minds, wired for fury.
@liberty Thanks for the inspiration. Nature is a part of us It has been all along. You could describe it as inspiration. Something like a poem or a song.
I look up with hope, Searching for a star. But all I see, Is a dot strayed too far. I gaze up high, Looking for some love. But all I see is lumps, Held up above.
I don't want to set out And make goals for myself Can I just lie in your arms And forget everyone else.
I'm not afraid to go. When the end comes. A journey I have been through. It's time for me to go. A heart breaking goodbye. A lonely road traveled by one. On a lonely night when I fade away.
In a world I dreamed A wood I dreamed A tree I dreamed A branch I dreamed A bird I dreamed A wing I dreamed A feather I dreamed You, fly with me.
You will be forever a part of me, In my blood, in my bones, in my ashes when I die. Beautiful and magnificent, soaring. I, I, I believe steel albatross keep watch on iron ships in silver seas.
The rain won't stop until Christmas, The wind has changed direction, Now the downpour knocks on my window, 'Wont you come out and play?' Nothing else awaits you today.
Sick of rules, They should be broken. I'll rebel, Yes, I'm outspoken. Sick of lines, That I can't 'cross', Try to stop me, It's your loss.
Normally, I just stick to writing poetry or poetic stories, but I've been trying to write a decent fiction story for a while now and this was the best I've come up with.
The damage is done, The wounds have bled, The night, no longer, Seeing red. My body lies, Upon this rock, Bled out, bone dry, Against the clock.
Through the Kaleidoscope I can see; A fashioned doll with a vibrating perfume sword. I call her Innocence. And in the tiny silence; whispering lights. A ghost of infectious fragrance.
I've got a handful of bark from this tree, It tastes like cigars my grandma used to smoke. And I've made a wound with my knife in this tree, and when I stick my tounge in it tastes like. Honey.
A fragment of autumn, a terrible sadness. Spiralling reality crackling, Recognition, so sweetly embedded & illuminated in crystal notes of reflection. Precise. And detailed. Exact. Sparkling.
I'll teeter on the precipice, Worried to go faster, So much fog and ice ahead, I'm scared that I can't master. I'll stay here on the very edge, Take risks.
Memories from past days Recollect in the dusty drain And then I saw your face Odd. Now it's spilling As we talk it's dripping Empty space is splitting Odd.
Count me this; One (man on a roof) Two (747's shoot me by) Three (blind mice lead the dumb to...) Paradise. Up here. Can't you see it. Can't you see. We are so beautiful, you and me.
I'd scoop up the stars and put them in a jar but that's still not far enough. I'm the colors of the earth almost something you can't see. Wild like the ocean but calm as the sea.
The day was dark As were your eyes Watching our cold breathe Freeze and crystallize In the summer When it grows warm again Will you live again. But for now just lay down and rest your weary head.
They say you never know, What you have until it's gone, You'll leave my life so suddenly, And I will feel so wrong.
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...