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#opussweeklychallenge #outoftheblue Came in from a rainy Thursday on the avenue. I'd been there all day, sometimes standing, sometimes walking. Always getting wet.
When this. silence screams. louder than we ever will,. We leave the walls. behind us. standing still. and silence becomes. the canvas,. And it has more. stories to tell. than I ever will,.
#nightdwellers Beneath the weeping willow tree, Are leaves of fallen glass, That shatter as they hit the earth, On contact with the grass.
I see a dog piss on a tree, And in that tree I can see us smiling, you and me. I see a bomb blast on the TV, And in that crater I can see us hiding, you and me.
Thanks to @spikekutter for inspiring me to come up with beautiful words which led to beautiful song that came to me today :) #earth #earthsong #nightdwellers #night #moon #dance.
If I could run a million miles,. Id escape the drama and the fake smiles,. I'd sit on top of a mountain peak,. No one there for me to speak,. Just me alone to sit and wonder,.
I spend my days Laying down, Watching clouds go by. Sometimes I sleep, And sometimes I don't, But mostly I write letters to the sky.
There is a sadness, washing down the road, In the perpetually falling rain. I can see unhappy faces, Looking back at me, Actually needing some of their pain.
When it was warm I'd want to be with you, Every morning fear would struggle with the hope. Now I'm cold I crouch above the fire, Always in my mind the thought would be awoken.
I want to stand tall. But I feel hindered. My wooden stilts. Have cracked and splintered. Words fly out like broken glass. Reckless. Chaotic. Streams of black mascara. Run down my face.
I'm looking out on a line of lights, To see the place where she may lie, Sleeping, If not today.
As I fall There's no one there to catch me. As I breathe The air seems cold and stale. As I blink I feel I've missed something. As I listen All I hear is defending silence.
I gaze I gaze I glaze Over Your beauty Astounds me Surrounds me I see in colour...
I smell sweet cinnamon swirls, Swaying in the sand. Softly singing songs That I can't understand. Sweet cinnamon swirls, Saying simple sorry's. Softly singing songs That take away my worries.
I am in Bletchley, dressed all in black As the bell tolls softly in the distance Past hushed clusters of drifting blackbirds, Flying South, Ashes become dust And a dull silence hangs deadened...
I have a friend in Egypt And it seems we're in dispute About the sound of a heartbreak Can it be heard or is it mute.
#colourchallenge #purple #hithereimnew Phoenician The hue of kings A joyous melody Played by pipers Dancing on the backs Of the conquered.
I wanna retreat inside. Go hide. In a place my own. Be alone. Not be seen. It feels freeing. I'm in my mind. Retract from time. Hide in thought. Buried and lost. None can see. The hidden me.
Have you ever been a storm bird. A high flyer, too high to catch. A low blower, A razer to the ground. I have been a storm bird. Delight in my lightning Cower at my thunder.
Snow Masks. Everybody wears them.
Here I stand, With my head held in my hands, Waiting for the sun to fall, Waiting for the sun to fall. Here I am, I'm the shadow of a man, Waiting for the sun to fall, Waiting for the sun to fall.
#nightdwellers. Licentious in lovemaking. Orgasmic torpid touch. Vivacious curvaceous. Eyes emphasise the lust. Long lasting embraces. Open arms clenched tight. Veriloquent deliverance.
Is flickering pixelated images of you. My Butterfly Compass. Is moist. Dripping lizard-like corals of saliva for you. My Butterfly Compass. Is impregnated. Virally infected with diagrams of you.
Metal, acid, ice and fire, Sugar, steel, a churning pyre, Words, across, to the town crier, Lier, lier, die desire.