A Deck Of Cards
Isn't it sad to be a pair in a deck of cards.
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Isn't it sad to be a pair in a deck of cards.
What I would give to live a day in someone else's shoes. To see the world through a different person's eyes. To have different experiences. To feel new feelings and see new things.
If my world was made with edges, On the tip I'd always be. Resentful that I had the choice... And that security prevailed me. If my world was made with edges, You'd find me at every join.
My neurons don't communicate these days Disconnected, fail to reminisce On conversations treasured And peacock dawns like this. I'm divorced from memories it seems; My mind, she angrily lets me go.
"magic is not real" Says the ignorent as they prance. "Dreams are just a 'feel'" Says the dumb as they dance. You and I, Me and You. We know so much more.
The clock ticks on creating a past, why oh why does it have to be so fast. The seconds turn to minutes, minutes turning to hours.
I can almost see the light,. Almost touch the waves of glass,. Tainted, this ethereal night,. Because I know it cannot last,. A surge of strength, a rush of power,. Shooting stars fly up my spine,.
There are these moments in life when you can't seem to look past where you are right then and there.
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Breathing in the ice cold air, With frosted glass for eyes, Smoke and rain and midnight tear, Apart my soul, my soul's demise, It kills me with its passion, And it kills me with its flame, And it...
Why am I lost. Can I be found. For what reasons am I lost. Will I be found. I'm sick of being lost I long to be found What did I do To deserve To be lost.
#100days darkness I lay with darkness circling around. I felt as I were floating, rising. The blackness of the night held me prisoner, but I did not panic. I lay still and calm. This was easy.
Wandering through the streets of life No plan, no goal, just now. Avoiding the chains of society's strife Nobody to show me how. Conforming to others isn't my thing Dreams that plague my sleep.
#100days Heaven where the angels dwell I believe in it, but not in hell. Unless it's this world we're living in Controlled by greed and lust and sin.
Still skies, Silent nights, Unmoving, Ice lights, Time bereft, Eluding, Back track, Cold mirage, Deluding, Frost glass, Warming soul, Cocooning, Time stake, In the night, And down, The light, Deep...
A moment in time a straight fated line. One single action, the cause of distraction. You made movement, it changed improvement, Words spoke then a promise broke.
As her head fell into the nook of my neck, like a feather flowing to the earth. My eyes widen and my countenance grew. How one could dismiss this sensation, baffles me.
Life is like a rock gig. The support acts are like our early years. When we are in wonder and expectation of what life ( or what the gig will hold).
Every second brings a new birth. And every other second we loose one to the Earth. Every day brings us things to remember. A year makes tons from January to December.
Under the stars Fingers crossed As we look to the sky We fly. As we soar Through the clouds Hold my hand And don't look down.
I drift and I fly, Floating to the sky, Soaring so high, With a final goodbye. Breath has left me, Despite my plea, But in harmony, I'll let things be.
What would earth be with no angels. What would life be without friends. What would life be without family. What would life be without adventures. What would life be without dreams.
I pause Everything is quiet A calm, white stillness seeps in through the carpet Nothingness fills me as I feel numinous I feel filled with air Clean, complete, this is the end, This is how I die, I...
Lie down and listen to your darling heart: The fat beats of life, Are they further apart. Geometry of blood In veined, vital wrist Does patterned pulse Ever so slightly desist.