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Death comes for one, She comes for all, A hand outstretched, Answering the souls call. Though Death too, Is one who knows, Taking each on a journey, To the river of souls.
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No words No sighs No songs No cries No sentence... Repentance. Dried out Can't shout I want to write I've got no fight Writer's block. What a shock... Belonging where- Scare Scare. Scare.
A man rushes, fast brushes past, trees and leaf and broken branch, His name is Time, his destination; mine, and yours.
I like this one c: #bestofopuss I feel lost I feel cold Is the cost What we've been told.
A bit random... Are you real. And am I sane. What is the point, Of heart break, pain. What is love. Why do we cry. What is truth, Where are the lies. What is fear. Why do I scream. What are...
Ghost dancing the incubus of our lives, I contemplate life's total sum, and I try To conclude it is equal to one, Or Five: You. I. The children.
. . . Do I have a Soul. Does it fill a hOle. Inside me and yoU, Helping in alL we do. Making me... Me. And does it need Another To be... whole. To join as one, in lovE...
You and me , are exactly what we'll be ,. Two lost souls ,in a fish bowl. dying to be free,. To love many in manic sprees , and to lose most their keys,.
#acrostic. (S)ome might say its a pointless search. (O)ur time only wasted. (U)ntil love unravels their twisted hearts. (L)ets them learn there's beauty in life to be tasted. (M)eant to be's and fate.
The coming and going , The rust lamp shades showing in which way the wind is blowing So I'll keep my spirit , like river Flowing Until corpse crow starts Cawing This maw needs sawing Mind...
I wrote this bit while ago, yes during my current relationship.
I fall asleep. To melancholy. And drip away. To the unholy. I rise up high. Into my thoughts. And drift away. To stomach knots. An emptiness. Takes over me. And pulls me to. A vacant sea.
Answers were hard to come by, when we asked for another, another soul to fry. At the brink of an instant, In an ocean so vast and deep, Thoughts would turn to ashes, And ashes turned and lit the...
A day without being free. Is the day I don't want to see. A day without my own style. Is the day I become an exile. A day without freedom of speech. Is the day I do not seek.
We tremble, And fall, D r i f t d o w n wards, Feel small, RISE up again, Dance In the rain, Before Plunging In Dark, Unholy, Unrestful, Sleep...
I try to bury all my demons But the graveyard is wide and vast I try to get on with the living But nothing is ever born too last Some call it karma, some call it fate While some call it destiny and...
When this. silence screams. louder than we ever will,. We leave the walls. behind us. standing still. and silence becomes. the canvas,. And it has more. stories to tell. than I ever will,.
L onging for a saviour, I 'm in need of lifting. F orlorn and in danger, E ver more just drifting. T here's something coming close, H e's there, up in the distance.
Dusty paths of endless grey, Once the hunter, now the prey, Stumble through crowds of blurry strife, Busy murmur of urban life, People upon people, who couldn't care less, With their own problems,...
#nightdwellers I walk and make my way with brittle steps. Conscious cascade Streams of thought, whispering breeze Shutter this window Caw of crow over roiling sea.
Shadows shift as they move from my glance, arrogance fills them, in their condescending stance.
Read this one back and wasn't quite happy with it so just a quick rewrite. -------------------------------- Skull and soul, What happens after death. Does it end, the life's we mould.
J am jars stacked U p, like a ladder. M yself on top P laying dead. O rating pickled verse, R ewinding memories in my head. N obody can see me up here, O r perhaps they don't care.