Abyss
Where are you at this point. Guarding an abyss of lifeless void from the deep longing for true love your heart so very desires.
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Where are you at this point. Guarding an abyss of lifeless void from the deep longing for true love your heart so very desires.
During the night the sky just doesn't turn to darkness. As soon as the sun sets the headphones go on and I drown myself in song. It sometimes makes me feel complete, for once in my life..
It's funny how hello always ends with a goodbye, it's funny how good memories can start to make you cry.
The ground moves beneath my feet, Leaves rustling, grass crumpling, Keeping a perfect beat.
If I were an octopus, I'd live out in the sea with my fellow octopi. I'd fill the sea with onyx ink and glowing blue rings. If I were an octopus, the sharks and eels would starve.
stand by time, break the rhyme, love a metallic dime, go by the big people's chime. squeeze the world out like a lime, empty it and cross the line.
out of it but in it more than you've ever been this isn't another step into your daily sin this is a step a a step toward within no one can help you fight your own twin.
sinking into an addiction. one I'd like to fuel. go down to the kitchen. quietly open the cabinet. grab the poison of the night. because I need. I want to feel alright. tip toe to my room.
sitting in this damn cafeteria. mushed between thirty kids I barely know. they barely know. how much they show. for i'm surrounded by. them. a clump of teenagers. rambling on. and showing off.
I see crowded round my locker Each eager, worried face All trying first to speak to me And jostling for space But their words aren't consequential To this hassled, headached girl My thoughts block...
For every up there is down. For every smile, there's a frown. For every good, there must be bad. If someone's happy, someone's sad. For every bird, there is a worm. For every medicine, a germ.
I like being here on Opussia, and like having won my first challenge, It is fun, to write a poem in the flow, "constant overflow of powerful emotions" indeed.
Click click clack. Brrring click click. Another line. Typed up real quick. Silly, I know. With my MacBook right here. I crave old school quirks. Vintage things from yesteryear. Type up four pages.
One day you'll wake up in a house that's become your home, And he'll say "Behold, God blessed me with an angel all my own" Say, girl. Don't look down. Keep you head up out the ground.
I am from drums, from Les Paul guitars and base. I am from a long road in the middle of peaceful bliss. I am from roses and the thorns they hold.
We think we know how we are going to die. I always thought you seen this light at the end of a tunnel and went to heaven.
Anyone can write, Trust me, of this I know. Anyone alive, Can simply steal the show. All it takes is confidence, Instilled by thanks and praise. And any man or woman, Can write with ease today.
*Bit dark so be warned. #nightdwellers Blackened tendrils twist around my heart and squeeze macabre thoughts enter my contorted mind, oh how they like to tease.
Time to let out my frustration, Cos I'm fed up of all this hating, Every day, just pacing, Over some bullshit, I 'could' be facing. Time to let out my hurting, Cos I'm fed up of reverting.
#nightdwellers. It gently glides. Not needing to flap. More than once of twice. A minute. Suddenly. It begins to fly. Upward. Higher, higher. Until it reaches. Such a height. That the air is thin.
Would you smile for me . If you did like.
Do not regret growing older. It is a privilege denied to many. ~Unknown.
God takes a flower That he made the other day And tucks it and folds it Till it fits in the little pouch That will be the seed Next to it He hides a drop of time To help it go To the beginning And...
I like to imagine. That bark is made. When God borrows. A tad from the sky. And the earth. And mixes them together. Then he adds a sprinkle of life. Never too much. And he takes the mixture.