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'Cause if you're not really here. Then the stars don't even matter. Now I'm filled to the top with fear. But it's all just a bunch of matter. 'Cause if you're not really here.
It's coming any day now. That's why I wait. It's coming any day. There is nothing I want. There is nothing to do, until it comes. Any day now. It's coming any day now. That's why I wait.
When my time comes I wont look down. I'll look back. And forward. I'll live every regret, every doubt I ever felt. I'll hear every insult I have ever heard. At that same time...
"Black velvet" The velvets of your black wings Taste to me like the beaten winds. It smells like scents of Etna’s ashen peak sneaks by To erupt my depths with cold, hard steel.
At the dusk we shall meet;. The light that fades, begins to deplete. The stars that glare, as they open their eyes. To scare away the timid sunrise. The moon that grins. Erasing our sins.
The campfire flickered, dancing like a nimble young girl away from the advances of the cold, biting wind. The grey-haired sentry pulled his scarlet cloak tighter around him.
I want release or escape like warm days spent nowhere like funeral pyres and leap years dates with no-one fears that are irrational memories that forget themselves gatherings where no-one’s late I...
Sometimes I like to watch the clock. When everything's quiet, you can hear it ticking.
The past is past for a reason. We can run from it, and it will chase us; we can chase after it, and it will run away. It will never change, though it is the biggest thing we dwell over like it...
On the body (signs of the flesh) On the body, a thousand square inches, Enough to cover a land, On which many soulsmay live. But under this land Lives Just one Soul.
Who can offer me sanctuary. Who can offer me peace. When I am done fighting monsters, will I find what lies beneath. Will I settle into stagnation. Will the voices hush to silence.
In streams of light I so clearly saw the dust you seldom see. It was tracing galaxies in the golden silence, out of which the nameless makes a name for one like me.
Morning!. Mourned your dreams, Dreaming in sins. Sincerely win, Winters icy dawn. Adorn your outfit, Outfox Queen or King. Kingdoms slaves, Slaved in minds, Minding you lose.
I always wonder about raindrops.
Some people say everything is possible. Well obviously they never knew that THESE are truely impossible. Teaching a person with no sight how to see.
Once there was a box, buried deep under a desolate shore.
Explanation: in one episode of the cartoon series As Told By Ginger, there is a poem that she recites for her class. I saw this episode so many years ago, but I think about the poem almost daily.
The snow soon settled. The last few flakes fluttered to the ground, Glistening in the now setting sun. For the days of December leave so soon.
I didn’t recognize the street this morning, or was it perhaps late in the afternoon. People passed me, eyes on the pavement and avoiding contact.
by Me, Emily. -I.D.- I am me. Me is I. Can that change. If me wants to be her. If her is who I want to be... Then does me change. Does me wanting to be her change who I am. Or does me stay the same.
If I show you a good time Will you be mine. Will you dine with me in fine wine. Will you dine for all of mankind.
The lines of poetry twist and turn, A maze of words untouched, unturned. Each golden drop of sunshine burns, Every word as ashes leave, blurred.
Disassemble the fleet You find it hard to believe In a place you can't see Waiting for you and me Disassemble the fleet In new worlds we greet Where love guides us in Our glorious...
I am the past and the future. I wonder whether people ever wanted to go back to the past, And change whatever they regret. I hear cries and laughter, I see curiosity is people's minds.