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Walking along the tideline Watching the sun descend Painting each step as I carry on steadily The sky is filled with colours Amber and claret and gold Filling my inner world with cold warmth I...
I am a closet writer No one knows my ways, No one seems to notice When I'm in my closet for days. Only one knows my location One knows I like to write, I hide in here in the day And again at night.
Tracing clouds along the sky, 'Try to catch me, just you try!' Were I a bird, I'd fly up there, Plunge through cloud, live on a dare.
Nothing can pick you up on a day like this Everything seems so much worse than it is eyes mist over hearing goes blank Whatever you do doesn't matter Feels like I'm running so far away Trying to...
I come to the corner of my mind. A place shadowed and black. A baron abyss. No way back. Every teasing turn. Wills me to sanity. A safe haven. Once free. As I tiptoe into lost awareness.
One step forward, You push me back. Two steps forward, You put weights on my mouth. Three steps forward, You give me a whack. Four steps forward, You yank me all the way back.
(One I did a while ago:) ) I feel Death slip over me, silently creeping by me. It rests its hand on my shoulder leaving me cold.
My solitude is my mind. My true love is inside to find. A kiss upon my tender lips. There is nothing more I want from this. My lips go to part. I say those words. And write them down.
Each breath is so shaky, Trying to hold them in, Waiting for death to take me, Waiting for dark to win, Time is ticking away, While fatigue tries to bite, When's the time to make my way, And how do...
Nothing I say comes out right, I can't love without a fight, no one knows my name, when I pray for sun it rains.
I'm a true, free spirit. Although it's rarely shown. I'm free inside, and that's what counts. My heart has truly flown. I have a quiet spirit. I have qualities that are rare to see.
As the race gets faster,. I get slower,. Drifting back,. Way behind the main pack,. I don't want to run,. So fast,. under the burning sun,. I just want to walk,. Leisurely,. so I can talk,.
Tap tap tap A small look up in hope No inspiration forming Head down with a sighful mope. Tap tap tap Blank paper is still blank. Ideas have scurried away Heart is being sank.
In a fog swamped road that has no end. Of make believe and let's pretend. Where pigs may fly and a unicorn sings. Of battle cries and magical things. The sky is the limitless point to start.
Growing old I keep moving on. Only thing left of me is to keep growing strong. Chewed up and spit out, My head filled with self-doubt.
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.
I've conquered the mountains. Drank from fountains. Ticked off more places of interest. Stopping occasionally for a mini rest. Discovered beautiful places. And encountered unfamiliar faces.
Wasted. An empty void. Everything just white. Vast. All encompassing. No boundaries, no height.... Here I stand, Blank, alone but strangely calm. Empty. Lonely. But, eerily serene.
Wonderer, Wanderer, Wandering around, Wondering, pondering, not making a sound. Healer, Dealer, Dealing with death, He'll heal you, then take your final breath.
In my head, I have a little boat. To my imagination I float. It takes me to places of joy. I want to shout "Ahoy!". It takes me to peace. From the noise I flee. It gives me a hug. When I'm unloved.
A cloud of feelings hover above, Emotions for all to love. They can be so strong, and go on for so long. The heart takes a tumble. All emotions in a fumble.
What am I for, if not to write. What else helps me sleep at night.
My presence here is bound by metered time, over in the blink of God's eye. Yet... My spirit's tune is timeless. I can vibrate in sweet transcendent harmony, Receiving what I need.
#nightdwellers. I made a wish, it wasn't to a flying star,. Or a copper coin in a fountain, thrown afar,. It wasn't a prayer, or a passing remark,. It was a sign, a release, a trusting start,.