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The ultraviolet minutes Are rose moments when, The sun rises in the morning Later sets, and then The Earth gets bathed In a purple hued glow, Bleakness is vanquished Ethereal magic is...
Memories from past days Recollect in the dusty drain And then I saw your face Odd. Now it's spilling As we talk it's dripping Empty space is splitting Odd.
Clouds above Like mottled mist Rain on ground The pavement kissed The saddest toil As sleet sheets down I walk through it I cry and frown Another day Another rain Along the pavement It does...
Misty morning footfalls are all that I can find. A sign that you still tend to the garden in my mind. The longest dew washed grass seems to part if you are near.
Silver spherical teardrops, fall like rain to the ground; The angels gentle heart beats, create a subtle thunderous sound.
The Earth rolls evermore, its diurnal course stirring. Alluring the tempest, the ice-tipped blast from the savage north. Though waves of frenzied motion defy an icebound existence.
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,.
Look at the scattered pieces of Me.
In the black all I see Dreams and false reality Into white garish light With no escape in sight In the red in the end There'll be no cash to spend Out of the blue surprise surprise.
every exploding firework is turning into a silhouette of you. every ray of sunlight catches the edge of your skin like a cloud with a silver lining, except i cant see whats so bad about you.
Looking out your fogged up window, where the autumn leaves fall. Slowly, towards the fogged up ground, coloring the concrete wall. Orange evening skies and heavy raindrops.
Love is blind You paint my mind, We're did it go. Cherry blossom round it go. The birds tweet softly in my mind, then swoop behind. The radio screeched to blues and rock.
Compose the light Fight back with, not at Love who the stars make u In return,just be Learn moon talk Watch me: here, now, I feel everything. Cherish the hope. Hope dies too.
Autumns litter scattered on the ground, The trees still whisper excited sounds. Their last leaves, the colour of fire, The joyous church bells ring out across the shire.
I wrote this going on a school trip somewhere and I found it with a lot of sheets so yeah...: Gazing out the window watching drops of rain, Letting things go through your mind; time and time again.
Velvety earth underneath my flaming soles, Sprinkled wet with raindrops full of sorrows; Amidst unripe carpets of hissing bluegrass, Shivery air; brackish sudor turned crystals.
Take my hand. Take me back to our magical land. Take my hand. Take me back to the softest sand. I miss being there. With nothing to wear. Where sadness is rare. And love is our mayor.
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And it's just one of those nights. Where your mind is as cloudy as the night sky. And your thoughts are louder than your mouth. Where there's too many emotions running through your veins.
#colourchallenge. #colorchallenge. Everything looks tinged with dusty grey. Except the reds that vividly stand out. My mood blue in every which way. Except the blackness that is my self doubt.
#Halloweenparty #Candles Feeling the golden flames Warming.. Yet ghostly embrace Hairs standing on the back of my neck Causing a shiver Running down my spine.
Sometimes. I feel as if I'm. F. A. L. L. I. N. G. And sometimes. I feel as if I'm. S A I G. O R N. But most times. When it's just me, myself, and I,. I am. N.
The quiet of an evening. The star dreams of a night. The silent soul that's singing. The heart that glows with light. The silence of a dawn, as it turns from gray to green.
#household #Procrastination The static is deafening it's taken up the space Of notes and words, devoid in this place.