Original Sin
#movement. Pastures of green with hues of gold. Rivers so blue, exotic colours so bold. Trees of cedar, pine and oak. Hidden caves concealed under a flowered cloak. Every tree full of fruit so lush.
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#movement. Pastures of green with hues of gold. Rivers so blue, exotic colours so bold. Trees of cedar, pine and oak. Hidden caves concealed under a flowered cloak. Every tree full of fruit so lush.
Through the darkness my consciousness crawls. Making my way along crumbling, decrepit halls. Each door leads to another exactly the same. I sense a light as I'm drawn like moth to flame.
#movement When I reached the age of ten I was playing outside by then I'd had my first girlfriend She was a little delight I had my first fight I won it alright When I reached the age of twenty I...
Every time life pulls you down. And you need someone to take the slack. Whenever you can't go on. I will carry the weight, climb upon my back. If all the doors are slammed in your face.
#movement. He was a social climber. And he partied every night. He'd scour the morning post. For the next invite. He knew the other luvvies. A shining social star. No clever conversation.
#movement. He walked home with his head down low. They said come on Tom , but he said no. He watched as they climbed to the highest limb. Dangled and joked without a care or a whim.
Not sure if anyone has done something similar but for inspiration throughout the month of September I thought we could use the theme of different movements eg to climb, climbing, climbed 5th...
I glide through the water, As smooth as glass, My hands outstretched, Graceful yet fast. I kick my legs, Faster I go, Jetting through the water, Colder than snow.
I danced through the night. And slept through the day. I'm becoming nocturnal. Waltzing on the bay. Jiving on the jet. Jumping on the grass. Fox trot on the field. Singing to the brass.
A quick dance under a burning tree, On the blackened glass we leap. One foot leaves the ground, The next one hits, and round. Tango our way, as we move, Hearts beating as one, in tune.