Planet Earth
Planet Earth, my home, my place A capricious anomaly in the sea of space Planet Earth, are you just Floating by, a cloud of dust A minor globe, about to bust A piece of metal bound to rust A speck of...
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Planet Earth, my home, my place A capricious anomaly in the sea of space Planet Earth, are you just Floating by, a cloud of dust A minor globe, about to bust A piece of metal bound to rust A speck of...
This is new to me;. Held at gunpoint of such reverie. Once I painted my words on shipwrecks of old. Or fed them to lonely wolves out in the cold. But I see it now; no such thing as a dark everlasting.
Ready to take on the day. In my own special little way. Ready to embrace. The sometimes cold human race. Ready to finally say goodbye. Now I have the answer to why. Ready to lay flowers.
#augustwriteaday The starchild was in wonderment As she cast an empty stare Down to planet Earth And all that resided there She'd watched us all forever And couldn't quite work out Although a...
The sugary sands pile up on the ocean floor, soak in the glittering salt and violent waves.
Sitting in the garden star gazing. It's strange to think that all those tiny twinkling dots that cover the night sky are giant balls of gas, billions of miles away.
Paintbrush, canvas, white and pure, Glass clean and simply perfect, Black and grey upon the floor, The paints are all acrylic.
Something darkness in the sky, Clouds of black soar way up high, Soul collection, death to die, Blank abyss, scream why oh why.
"What's love and where is it?" I ask myself.
You and me, Not meant to be, drifting wild and free on the open ocean I see, Surrendered hearts on silver plates, left so long, so cold, we could be late, A golden orb beats down on our run, the...
Remember what it was like. To live among the light. To bask in its brightness. To feel all its might. Remember how it felt. For your ice cream to melt. And the hand you was dealt.
Thousands of people we may meet On the street, on the bus, on the train Never to see again. With hundreds of people we may speak A word or two, ideas and thought The wars we fought.
Deaths hand is not to he feared, it is to be greeted thankfully when your time comes. See, my time came and I took his hand with pleasure. Knowing I would leave behind a family, sadly.
Ten minutes in heaven, What would to do. Have cupid sing, Especially for you. Nine minutes in heaven, What is there to choose. Have a chat to God; What's there to lose.
I'm not the cloud with the silver lining. I'm not the cloud that's loved by sun. I'm the cloud that's there at night. I'm the cloud that's purpose is done. I'm not the cloud that gives you shade.
Why should, when there's sun 'n sea. I be lying here, under a colourless grey sheet. Staring up at flies on the ceiling. Unmoving, unseeing. While all around the ocean is seething.
A million stars in a starstruck sky, There's one for me and you, When you die you join those stars, And become a star anew.
In every crack of this world. Lies the magic, sapphires & emeralds. Pools of glimmering light. Frosted over from the worlds cold. Shining & reflecting. Sapphires & emeralds.
To whom, which, what is beautiful is it from eyes sight sparkles of light, delightful senses, reflections, light-waves, shapes and colour. Could there be any other...
#Augustwriteaday #Death Looking up from underneath, fractured starlight covers me, reflections taint as my heart sinks, and my head goes under...
Slowly creeping, Secret keeping. Taking souls, Leaving holes. Leaving pain, For personal gain. A tyrant old, Stories unfold, Beneath the stare, The stony glare, Of Death's dark eyes, You're petrified.
Inspired by @MelchiorJ13. On my right. Death stands. On my left. Every fear I've ever known. I've already died. Faced that fear. I grab Death's hand. And shake it, so bony and fragile. He gives a nod.
Hanging on the edge of life.Waiting for you. I am falling but I grip on to the corner of this cliff. I couldn't bear to lose you.
The yellow lily of death, glowing in the dark, Sings to lost souls, softly as a spotted lark, Calling them into its silk-crested pool, Where all life's burns can be lain to cool, Restful release of...