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Even in this place of work No inspiration springs to mind. The clock hands move across their face Documenting time With the whiskers Of the Cheshire Cat.
It began with the ticking, That incessant noise, It did something to me, Altered my poise. My limbs felt alive, With electricity, A thumping, a booming, Sense of activity.
His name was born from confusion And on since that mind state thrived His brain so filled with illusion No wonder his wings couldn't fly His path was bent and twisted He never really...
Slave to the rhythm of life. Reminisc my previous life. I lived, I loved, I died. Sat myself and sighed. Mysteries so deep to everyone else, just nature to me, really nothing else.
Does anyone else, Feel Time slip Away. As if the hour you thought, Is really a day.
Why can't I see, Death's cold hands taking hold of me.. When evil is home, and the light runs out it, follows me. The rain and tears envying, Death's cold stare , freezing thee.
~ Sorry this is a but depressing... but everyone has a dark side, right. ~ What is the best way to exit a door. Running out screaming or falling flat on the floor.
You're in bits and falling Falling for love and who needs it Love.
When I wake up the sky will be blue,. My mind will be clear from thinking of you,. Sins will be wiped from the face of the earth,. Guns won't exist; not even a neurf,.
You worked, paid bills, you socialised. You vowed to mow the lawn, To phone your mother, paint the door.
(3. acceptance) what are you selling, gringo. bulls skinned alive while staring to the deep blue sky screaming with tears in wine... what are you selling, gringo a blink of an eye.
In a perfect world... One we'll never know, There'll be a chance For us to grow. There'll be no restraints... We can stretch our limbs, There'll be no planning, We can live on a whim.
This is the story a million years old Dark and light do battle Torn between glory and gold Sparks and frights will tattle This is the story already been told Most men must write it themselves...
When your face holds a smile. But inside you are frowning. When you feel afloat. But suddenly realize you're drowning. When you're screaming and shouting. But there's no one to hear.
Part 2 I want to see I want to be. Apart from me, A entity. We feel a need, For caste and creed. To be and be, An anomaly. When light goes out, Spirits crawl. Darkness shout, Spirits dance in ball.
It’s a cruel world. So I’ve been told. By the ones who are supposed to know. And there is no fair. No one really shares. From the goodness of their souls. People speak. The wiser preach.
I thought I'd dare to reach for heaven, It burned my tongue and tore my skin, Then left me bare in pit and thorn, My dreams abducted my fountain dried, In a hollow shell I’m made to belong, I...
The final frontier of desperate hope, The King and his men are the priests and their Pope, For it goes without saying that looks are deceiving, That lambs can be lions and arrivals are leaving.
Religion is the chain of command the law of the land the binding of most hands,. They play the puppets waiting to get played delayed minds strayed by others who flay,.
You don't wanna know what I've been through. You don't wanna know what this heart has taken. I'm a lone wolf in a world of sheep. I'm a stranger wallowing in the deep. A mind of endless questioning.
I lie awake and dream. A sea of darkness creeps over my body. Waves of black slumber wash into my head flooding my mind with cold fatigue. I float out into vast emptiness.
*This is a compilation of parts of various poems I have written that I have combined to create another poem :) Hope you enjoy...
For Gods Sake How can you be so self assured, When nothing ever matters anymore. How does it feel to be dreaming your real. Do you wake in a new place with a new race. Let's be friends said a vicar.
Feel like an elephant, Walking on a tight rope. Look like an immigrant, Overflowing false hope. All the little houses, Glowing in the darkness, Neon track suit graveyards, Seem a little...