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I was walking along the shore one day I picked up a rock and thew it away It fell in the ocean and sank all the way down Then I had a thought to throw in the rest of the ground I dug and I...
(Rhyme time!) Flashing white, searing blue, Contacts blaze against the view, Vertigo implodes the sky, A chill hangs strong, frost, waking nigh.
Grass isn't green. The sky isn't blue. I am not me. And you are not you. Fish do not swim. Birds do not fly. Clouds are on earth. We live in the sky. Dogs can purr. Cats all bark.
Imagine a place full of bright blue potatoes, Full of trees touching trees upon trees of tomatoes, Think of fish twice the size of the United Kingdom, Think of yaks and bananas in frocks swimming...
It's drizzling outside Quite mesmerising really, Or it would be if it wasn't so bloody well sad.
You will be forever a part of me, In my blood, in my bones, in my ashes when I die. Beautiful and magnificent, soaring. I, I, I believe steel albatross keep watch on iron ships in silver seas.
I can see a billion Luna moths, with five inch wings, beating against the hourglass. Gathering statistics feverishly. Surrounded by phantoms of their past, their ancestors tucked in between moonbeams.
I've dived in to the.... Snakeskin Aquarium. Setting out to catch tuna. I can see the horizon, Tastes like swirls of paint on a dark canvas sheet. Roundabouts. Like emotions, swirling.
Where an elephant can ride. On the winds of a butterfly. And at a frogs table. A tiger sips tea. Where doors are opened. To worlds never seen before. And man can swim. Through the air with ease.
I want; A sea salt shaker, A liquid nitrogen cocktail maker, A loop creator (kaosscillator), A complex knowledge receiver.
A fragment of autumn, a terrible sadness. Spiralling reality crackling, Recognition, so sweetly embedded & illuminated in crystal notes of reflection. Precise. And detailed. Exact. Sparkling.
Count me this; One (man on a roof) Two (747's shoot me by) Three (blind mice lead the dumb to...) Paradise. Up here. Can't you see it. Can't you see. We are so beautiful, you and me.
In a dream I went walking. Had a bad day. Flying leaves hit my face, scuffling their edges on my cheek. Sadness turned into words, And words came that were sad. For life tames the melancholy tone.
Butterflies, wings as cold as ice. They drag their edges through my stomach. Sick, deep down, and ready to vomit. I'm ready to fall and I'm ready to plummet. A t w i s t i n g ,. A CHURNING,.
The night is bleak and lonely, And the stars aren't out to play, Some dark creature has been called upon, To tuck the moon away.
Dancing with the scarlet faeries, Fire licks my airborne feet, Arms fly out, the sky around me, Every breath is cold and sweet.
In the midst of the mist. There are fuzzy felt shapes. Juicy green carpets. Battleship landscapes. Each watery wave. Distorts anew. My petrol coloured. Point of view. Gossamer tripwires.
There are weddings beheadings it's not very clear where the difference lies between red wine and beer and they're talking they're talking they're blinking their eyes and you're telling them telling...
I curl myself up In this little Cocoon, of sorts Closing my kaleidoscope eyes, Hoping Pleading For a drop of the sweet liquor that is sleep The sheep Are taunting me, it seems Literally just...
Times dripping. the drill is in my head. Closed eyes darkness leading winding to dread. Hearts bearing showing through. Like a glass cutlet all the way through. Glow how your eyes grow.
Face encrypts the grace plateau Mother sweeps the season's Row So please just keep our lights in tow Don't wanna swing off; don't lose the road So bittersweet is your bare feet Touching pavement;...
#emotion #insanity In the bread box lies my mind, With all the things I've left behind, From all the days of lustrous rain, I've drained my thoughts, become insane.
A skinny finger without flesh,. Tears through my weak skin,. And while this a quiet rest,. Should come right in,. I guess I'm going crazy,. Day after insane day,. I'm seeing a bone tree,.
Half full of blood sunset, And half full of cold ice, A dash of gold, A splash of ink, And moonlight will suffice.