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I am contemplating lost snow, all the memories I must let go I am wondering if it shall return, in February March, or April I am considering Spring in bloom, all the many things I must do I am...
My poor attempt at poetry I am sorry :L. I'm in love with a man I hate,. and he's not even the one I should love,. The truth is he's exciting. And that's more than can be said for the other.
#beginningline #nightdwellers As the snow melted, I wept in awe. We'd never seen so prodigious a thaw. Thinking the melting we witnessed was sad, We never imagined the truth was this bad.
#nightdwellers The opulent moon resides over the majestic night sky. A frosted vision obscured by icy clouds floating by. Stars twinkle penetrating the darkness playing out a code.
Dear Opuss, I love That you're all about writing No pushs and no shoves.
In your case of wood and velvet I can bring you near and far, You are small and far more gainly Than a banjo or guitar.
Fiery breath, warms the night. Deep in darkness out of sight. Dreams unfold of daring deeds. Most are only little seeds✨. Wings of velvet softly folded. Scales of green delicately moulded.
Leviathan Knight That's me, fighting every minute of every hour of dusk til dawn, I am serious in living magnificently, In the darkness, significantly Finding life in each long, hard, stretched...
Guns and blood and fighting It's "just another war" I honestly can't believe it We've seen this all before. But people keep on fighting, More nameless faces gone How can this be right..
Courage is what makes us. Courage is what divides us. Courage is what drives us. Courage is what stops us. Courage creates news. Courage demands more. Courage creates blame. Courage brings shame.
My love for words just grow and grow The words I write just flow and flow I write for my very own pleasure Written with a mind full of treasure A voice speaks within my head I write them down as...
Prologue: To the Child. ----------------------------. If I could paint a picture of you. I'd paint your eyes a shade of blue. You're smile the smile I always see. This beautiful picture just for me.
Procrastination isn't productive,. But writing poetry is too seductive,. Language used to define the world of the mind,. Listening to problems and helping mankind,.
Who am I. I'll never tell.
Oh, Honey Bear Why do you care. Is it the fact the words are just there. Written out for us all to stare. Oh, Tweedledum You hurt your thumb.
There once were things called 'secrets', And everyone had their own, That little bit of them was dark, And in its right: alone.
Time is eternal, yet our share is not. As sure a flower will rise in spring, with floret each lush in violet; ‘twill wilt and tarnish in autumns wing.
Cowards are the shadows; silent, so still. They say Incubus sings in a shadows shrill. Shameless in sun, surreptitious by night; sly and selfish, they soil the sight.
Alone she cries, she's dead inside. Hurt again, her heart flatlines. A message scrawled upon her skin. Vertical lines, suicidal hyms. Far too strong, for far too long.
A little wisp of little girl Glides across the stage. To take her place In No Mans Land.
The roses are red From the blood that I shed And my head is beginning to spin. The violets were blue, Expensive and new A few weeks ago but now they're dead.
The Words Fall Onto The Page Muddled In my brain Muddled In my brain But They Drop Onto Paper, Scratching Into Wood, Carving Onto Stone.
You whisper in my ear As you hold me so near The rain coming down And it's you wearing the crown The king of humour Of gentleness and wit They all call you a "git" But they don't know you Just see...
Look out the. Window,. Focus on the. Rain,. Notice how it. Falls,. It makes the. Patterns of your. Pain,. It began with. A gentle. Trickle,. A sprinkle. So slow. And light,. Now as your.