Hand In Hand
We walked hand in hand. Until I said goodbye. Because its much to late for me. But you can still try. We walked hand in hand. And whispered of our pasts. Up until that fateful day.
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We walked hand in hand. Until I said goodbye. Because its much to late for me. But you can still try. We walked hand in hand. And whispered of our pasts. Up until that fateful day.
You are all so small from up here. It is like I am a God.
The future awaits I want to know more Possibilities are endless In life's gigantic store The future awaits It's somewhere out there Times merry go ride Destinies ride at a fair The future...
The dead have only one thought, I wish I was alive, For creative thought, this is what I strive. It all ended for me the day I took my life, Poetry set in motion, death to emotion.
I'm on a road That goes on for miles and miles Will it take me To a place of happiness and smiles.
This world Is yet to see The very best in me If I'm barking you're all the trees Your my engage and I'm your fight I'll be the bark and I'll take the bite Put the axe to my mind and the grind comes...
I’ve been to Wonderland, I’ve been to Oz and back Still my one true love has a name called black, In its depths the ultra violet spectrum hides, While I dream eternally in its purple tides.
An inspection of introspection has brought me here. A heretofore unknown doorway to the meditative state.
Life flashes by,. Picture after picture,. My whole life,. Looking so much richer,. So many things were lost,. Hiding in between,. Now I can see the cost,. My life was like a dream,.
An explosion. Of darkness and absolute black. An explosion. From which there is no coming back. An explosion. There's no way to defend. An explosion. Bringing life to an end. An invention.
This isn't the end I refuse to believe If it was why am I writing Something no one will receive, When the ash clouds descended, When the lightening destroyed They told us 'write letters' We...
What if. The train's late, The bus doesn't wait, You don't close the gate, You don't think straight. What if. The window's ajar, You don't go as far, You visit a different bar, Crash into another car.
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.
#projecthumanity When the world starts bleeding down. The narcissistic's start to pound. A skeptics idiom will bring them down. From there golden, high arched clouds.
As I lie here, propped against the wall, My eyes gaze out across the sky, I drink in every drop of darkness, Drain the apple of my nigh.
If the world was ours, What would you do with it. See the Milky Way, Take it for a spin 'round the galaxies And what would you say. But in reality, You just stay away..
Don't be a fool. Open your eyes. There's more red in this world. Then there ever is white. Every where that you turn. There's blood shed and tears. For every good person.
In the dark of the night There is a tiny shimmer of light It shines so bright I can't help but keep it in sight It's a light so brilliant and white I do not fear, I know everything will be...
Out by the lighthouse In the heat and spray I saw the hurricane come this way I knew I should run But my legs became rock And my pulse was quickened An urgent clock On the edge of Montok (And maybe...
Running from oblivion, No escape and yet we try, To hold on to what we have here, We won't let it wither and die.
I've been moving in and out. Of this old abondoned house. All this silence is such a dreadful sound. Maybe sail up to the moon. Set free a helium balloon. And watch it drift into the night sky.
Where am I,. With ceilings so high. Chandeliers fall from the sky. Where am I,. With the windows so big,. That the whole word can see me jig. Where am I,. People stare. Looking here and looking there.
The moon brightens the night as a nightlight, white as snow on a good night. Goodnight, we say to the world, but how many of us are good in this world.
The night is bleak and lonely, And the stars aren't out to play, Some dark creature has been called upon, To tuck the moon away.