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Life is basically a railway. You set off along the track, Stopping at the stations you choose. School, college, romance, heartache, marriage, children. Everything goes along as expected.
Upon my back, a story old. A lifetime's tale, seldom told. Good or bad, lose or win. All imprinted on my skin. All the deeds that I have done. Some in sorrow, most for fun.
Dedicated to @gazplend When you are down And you want to get high, Just take a good look Up in the sky. What you will see Are the stars above, And all you need Is to proclaim your love.
Music is like the wind in the trees, It is magical when you flow across the keys.
There where two Queens; one spade, one club, Who did everything together. They drank half pints at the local pub And bitched about the weather.
When we are really happy, what really are we. When we are broken, what are we. When we can’t stand up once more, what are we. We are human. We are human and human is all we will ever be.
As I look into the mirror: My reflection screams at me, Her fingers press against the glass, She longs to be set free.
Paper like wings beat the air, No sense or sorrow, no sense of care. Littering the path, wherevers in its wake. Telling each step a story, or some advice to take.
From my brain to my heart… this is all that has to be said.
Some days are days full of sharp edges and sudden dips, interrupted flow and disjointed thoughts.
Inky black wings, Smother the page. Destroying it with darkness, Smog released from its cage. Waltzing amongst the words, Turning all things dark. It's too late to call for the morning lark.
How would an unpicked flower feel. You have grown up alongside your friends, With no particular differences. Some may grow quicker, Some may be greener. Until at one point, everyone blossoms.
I lay back staring at the sky. Hints of grey & blue in between thousands of clouds, all different shapes & sizes, all being taken along on the wind.
Up high in the sky my happy kite flies. Soaring in the wind. Glidding like a sail. Twisting and twiwrling it never ends. Oh how lucky my kite is. Somedays I wish that I could be him. Free in the sky.
Flaming flowers dance on the sun, Oh what it must be, to have such fun. We never shall know the joy that is known, To those beautiful flames as they twirl on their own.
Little bird, what do you crave. Do you wish to see my grave. I'll show you my death if you want. As I layd dying in a colorful pond. Has your little head spun loose, In my luck, making me your muse.
On the dreariest of days the clouds oppress the skies. The flowers fail to smile. The sun refuses to shine. The wind adds an edge to the atmosphere. This is when the birds sing the blues.
Little silver cogs, They turn and turn and turn. Working what's inside, Making the little clock work. The small hands they move in tandem, They know where to point and go.
Do I look like a book. Can you read me like a book. Then why do you only look at my cover. Don't judge a book by its cover.
People are different. Some people irrevocably so. Some people are like parallel lines. The lines never touch, they never clash.
I consist of roses and thorns, a bit of both, something beautiful some seem to scorn,.
The crimson skies before me, Full of passion in consuming, Speckled with a few clouds within. The sapphire liquid before me, Full of life and tasty, Gives me the strength within.
Just something I randomly thought of :) ------- We have two eyes. Here's how this work: let's pretend to every person, the left eye is the brain and the right eye is the soul.
I'm a black Rose with a stem of barbed wire, Ridiculing me just adds poisonous fuel to the fire, I may walk my path alone, but I'm still etched deep in your bones, Laugh all you want I'm infecting...