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I have an empty bottle. It's here in my hand. I'm going to the beach. To fill it up with sand. I have an empty tub. I'll fit it up with dirt. Finding garden worms. So they won't get hurt.
#household Some are emerald green, From them you never want to wean. Others are brown dark as the night, their magic being hard to fight. Blue sparkle like tropical gems, warmth from them stems.
There is nothing hidden about me. I read like an open book. I have confidence in my soul. My fears have all been took. Once upon a time. Life was a hard chapter. All my troubles had hold.
Every life is like an orchestra The flute, tuba, drums, chimes, trombone, oboe... You are the conductor of your own life.
Fill this crystal glass with something more than ice. Give me the will, the unsuspecting courage, the confidence. To live my life. Let me understand, am I lined up behind the damned.
Distant thoughts give birth to dreams from clouds of bursting senses; my mind ignites and swirls with sight, infused with sparks and visions.
Life is like a rock gig. The support acts are like our early years. When we are in wonder and expectation of what life ( or what the gig will hold).
I'd choose diamonds so no-one could break it. Or gold so it would always be guarded. Maybe balloons, when it's big I'd be generous. Or elastic so I'd never be torn.
I'll dig you up from your roots, Then you can sing the blues. Analyze every note So that you keep in tune. If I dig you up by the roots, There's no way you can break.
If a cherished memory could be boxed Kept in your pocket for a while When you need to relive that moment Take it out, take a look with a smile How wonderful would this gift be.
The answers up ahead my dear, floating on the breeze. On gossamer wings and fairy rings, or hiding in the trees. Your path will lead you there sweetheart, keep a course that's true.
I am held here,. Drifting in space,. Never too near,. Never touching your face,. Masking your sorrow,. Feeling your pain,. Catching your tears,. That fall in the rain,. I'm not always wanted,.
Life is a picture, I can add more and more to cover it but once I've drawn it, I can't erase or change it. I have to keep all the mistakes visible, I can't hide them.
Endless possibilities if you catch a shooting star. Anything is possible once you learn to reach that far. Once you grab that bit of magic everything will change.
I've heard somewhere over the rainbow, Way way up high, There's another land so beautiful Holding court in the sky. I heard at the rainbow's end There's a pot of gold to be had.
A heart's still a heart if it's made of glass, To break it in half - the pain won't pass. Tears of glass down a sculptured face, A splintering loss you cannot just replace.
I am lost in this puddle of doubt, I am trying to escape the thickness of sorrow which makes up the fog, As the fog becomes darker The puddle becomes deeper Making me sink more and more under it...
You started out with nothing. Your a sickly looking bush, dying leaves and bare branches showing. A day closer to death you are my rose.
#household #sink #twistedopuss I can feel myself going down Twisting and spiralling the wrong way round Being pulled deeper into the dark Down into the plug hole of life I'm falling. Cartwheeling.
#household You grow old and weary. Clouded with the blood you have spilt. Your once perfectly smooth, clear complexion has wavered and sagged. The invisible shield you provide is weakening.
Came in Like a storm And made me fall. Head over heels. Called a name Like that of a doll, And can never seem To not know it all. You aren't good For me, Not bad either. What else but a hex.
Just another cloud in the sky, It there really any point in asking why. You only see me when I'm the only one around, Lost in a crowd, just another pebble on the ground.
Half-formed sentences. Incomplete ideas. The poet's mind flits between them all, A nervous butterfly not sure where to land. Everything is inspiring.
Unfold me. I am yours. A paper heart. Easily torn. See my creases. Stories told. I am fading. Colours old. Take care. Paper red. Don't share. Secrets said. My colours run. I come undone. A soggy mess.