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I came to your bedside today. I stood there with no words to say. I held your hand like you did mine as a child. I remembered the talk we once had about me being wild.
The box it sits. on my desk top. I walk to open it. Then i stop. I touch its engravings. Chiseled in stone. Is my name. My very own. I trace my fingers. Down the side.
From the gravestone of Alice - dearly loved wife sleep well - it's a short walk to town past the old boat yard and up the high street to the cafe where the locals meet for Cappuccinos with no...
*A good friend of mine, a brilliant writer, sent this to me recently. I couldn't help but feel it begged to be shared.
Their voices join in perfect chorus Smiles perfect, flawless skin Sad, sad eyes and fast, neat moves My home, my home in your voice.
What are you now but an extension of my mind.
With one quick blink the time has gone, an era past, time to move on. Your suitcases packed, furnishings gone, spaces created, so long.
We were in my car. And we weren't quite far. It was late October. I can still remember. That night. We were going to the club. But I had been lovestruck. How I hoped for October. As we grew closer.
Walkin my way down memory lane. Wondering what things I may find. See all the friends I've made thus far. They've all made my life so fine. The dogs and cats from childhood.
Why is our life measured in time. Why can't it be measured in memories. Like that memory when you baby brother had his first lime.
He Is There He Is Always There Going T H R O U G H your H E A D Sleepless nights spent in bed Thinking Thinking ...
Chapter 4 Many years ago two young children where promised a treat, they where to be taken to the circus, the two children had never been to a circus before they where very exited.
I'm just a shadow of my former self, Living with the ghosts of my past. They're knocking on my doors, They're begging me to come back. Common sense was always something I lacked.
And eleven seagulls flew, One for every day I knew You would think of me, and do The things we said we'd do At 7am each morning.
Watching you slip away From my heart more every day. You're so close yet so far. You're my one and only star. My beauty and delight, Won't you serenade me tonight.
The day the grey went away, 'Twas an eve of indigo blue. The moon was alight and the stars were ablaze. I stood and watched with you. The day the grey went away It was a breathtaking moment.
Ghosts in the way you walk. Ghosts in the way you talk. Ghosts in the way you breathe. Ghosts in the way you need, me. Ghosts in the way you dress. Ghosts in the way you confess, your love.
Lost in a field of grass, winds move me as I go, memories of my past, sad emotions begin to flow.
After you die, it is believed that you have 7 minutes of brain activity left inside you, and in the 7 minutes you experience your entire life over, in a kind of dream...Because in a dream time is...
Mind silent Silent mind Ode to a lover Lost in time We parted in neutral All ripe and fruitful Splitting up and out from our dreams It's how we all grow or so it seems Silence often calls to me To...
I'll close my eyes and hold my breath, Imagine some place new, Imagine sitting on the sand, And right beside me's you.
Standing in the rain I skipped a stone across the rainbow, Upon opening the book I saw you dance across the page.
#opussweeklychallenge. The green grass. Remembers you. The colourful flowers. Remember you too. The glorious sun. Could never forget. Such a beautiful sight. It never had met. The sun and the clouds.
What if time had a smell. It would smell of sand. The oil in clocks. And hourglass varnish. Of must and lichens. And cobwebs and cradles. And dust in corners. And metal pendulums.