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I dove into her Like a pale blue sea, Warm and inviting, and she enveloped my bones like waves.
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I dove into her Like a pale blue sea, Warm and inviting, and she enveloped my bones like waves.
He was a sleeping sickness In my soul, A gentle slow rot In my bones, Insidious poison, Venomous love, Spreading, infecting, Amputation was Necessary to save me; You ripped out The infection Before...
Frustrated,. Life's complicated,. Trials and tribulations,. Spotlighting revelations,. Appreciate the simple things,. Like the happiness children bring,. The best things in life are free,.
If I were a butterfly I'd jump and fly away, Nowhere would I remain, if i didn't want to stay.
Clouds form in my head On eggshells I tread A darkly mist descends An intruding fog Never ends Droplets fall from above Clarity rains down I've had enough The rain in my heart Washes my soul Rips...
Ticking of the padded second rolls by like a humming bee, That moves so fast, Yet still in time, frozen like ice, The minutes and seconds grow in attention and speeds up, we notice, Damage, erosion,...
When God closes a door he opens a window-. But what about,. When you find out,. The window is to small,. And your stuck in the wall,. Half in,. Half out,. You then see,. Where you could be,.
Love this:. I am a statue that bleeds. A rock that breathes. I see you fall, and reach out while frozen in place. My cold heart beats vitally. For the objects of my devotion.
Heart of a patchwork quilt,. Happiness, love, anger and guilt,. Our hearts feel it all,. Emotions unconditional,. Every now and again the stitches come loose,. Maybe from loss or mental abuse,.
I am born, To fill you glee, But I'll never be free. I'll always die, Without knowing love, Just a puddle scarf and glove. I've got know heart, And yet I feel; Am I even real.
Have you ever been a storm bird. A high flyer, too high to catch. A low blower, A razer to the ground. I have been a storm bird. Delight in my lightning Cower at my thunder.
Fear is a cannibal, He feeds on himself. He lives in dark avenues, Hid under shelfs. Waits round every corner. Two places at once, On the path ahead.
I just stand at your shore. Don't know why I even come here anymore. Your waves keep chasing me. And I don't know how to set myself free. I just want to float. Washing away my thoughts.
You are my favourite puzzle. Sorting this jigsaw muddle. Put together all the pieces. Some out of my reaches. To fill the gap and get them. Need to ask you my questions. I wish to see your picture.
She stands alone before a bridge Knowing she must cross here She has no one to help her over And she is overcome with fear She is a tiny baby and her mother is not by her side She puts a foot...
You chuck me around, When I'm in pain. I'm as buffeted, As a weather vane. You blow me around, Up and down. I tell you to cease, But you just frown. You send me North, South West.
Dear reality,. It's not me,. It's you,. I think you'll agree,. That we're pretty much through,. You're demanding,. And stressful,. I think we've both changed,. Now the honeymoon's over,.
Is flickering pixelated images of you. My Butterfly Compass. Is moist. Dripping lizard-like corals of saliva for you. My Butterfly Compass. Is impregnated. Virally infected with diagrams of you.
Our emotions are hidden, Life is a masquerade ball, Hiding our faces, We dance through the hall, We hide Behind A simple facade, To protect us from interrogation, From what they might ask, Some...
You're the ink to my pen, The beat to my heart. The blood to my veins, You're the canvas to my art. You're the words to my mouth, The warmth to my skin.
A corridor. Of all locked doors. Each one stays closed. Through need not choice. If one were opened. They all would cease. So in between. Is where I'll be. A passageway. Of many rooms.
If you listen closely. To what the wind has to say. You'll hear a thousand secrets. Whistling your way. If you keep your ears open. Listening just hard enough. There are truths that are hidden.
The silver hour comes in wreaths and boughs, Winding round our ankles Like smoke from the fire You'll never see it coming I swear to god You'll never feel it, But when you wake in the...
We have reached our Terminal velocity, I jumped, you flew, No more I can do Except keep falling; Time to wait, As the world Rushes closer, Will the parachutes Ever open.