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Looking out over the balcony the ocean crashing in a lullaby against the rocks. A young woman stood there while the sea breeze lapped her brunette locks.
I am, the rule breaker. The dice shaker. The unconventional vindicator. I am, the imperceptible. I know I'm unacceptable. You're all so very sensible. My ways are not amendable.
What is beauty. Its in the eye of the beholder Will you think me beautiful Look with kindness Or leave your eyes to the blindness Will your eyes make you a fool A blind foolish fool Can't you see.
Today has been a long day, Felt like it dragged on, You ever get that feeling. You wish the time was gone.
A few days I was gone from here, And each second I lived in fear. Not that I wouldn't be able to help, No but that I wouldn't be able to try. Still I'm back, For as short as it is.
All I need's a moment. A little space for me. Some chillout time inside my mind. Where no-one else will be. I'll sit there quite happy. Just some solitude. Is all I need before I feed.
Have you ever twirled around till you get dizzy. Trying to escape daily life and it's busy. The sky a blue blur that stretches vast. Fall down at last on the damp grass.
A milky haze swallows me. As the mist rolls across the field. I raise my arms, as if to embrace. And to the clouds I yield. The air is cool and bitter. It carries the smell of sea.
I'm hiding away for just a bit, gonna leave you to yourselves. Time to put all my poems and stories back on the shelves. Do not fret, i'm not going to be gone for very long.
I. Instantly, I. Carefully, I. Place words, I. Pussy foot around herds, I. Summon dark friends, I. Love the game that never ends, I. Challenge the weakened souls, I.
Sometimes like tonight, I get this curious feeling...like I am meant to be alone. And that alone is me...not these 'lies' of having people. But I've always been wrong...
Can individuals combine or must they inevitably collide. Ego, sentiment, intelligence and creativity a haven for paranoia to hide. Be true, be strong, Love thyself and step forward with pride.
The candles heart listens. To my outpour on life. I seek it's warmth now. Gathering all it's light. Attentively it hears me. In all my sweet glory. Kissing every word of mine.
Cloud over a day. Hiding the light. Invoking the rain. Awaiting storms. Reforming the dawn. Inviting the grey. One sideways glance. Erases the day. Retrospective. My heart selective. Self reliance.
Explain love. How can you. A rush of emotion, an eternal bond, a pulse of pureness, a dream come true. Everyone will tell you different. So what is love really.
I'm looking at you, Wondering what I see, Deep pools of blue and green, Sometimes chestnut or gold are seen.
If you are dreaming of a bow and arrow will it lead you off the straight and narrow. If you are dreaming of a butterfly does it mean that life is passing you by.
I believe that beliefs stem from inside a persons soul. I believe that, when truly upheld, they can reveal some of the most intimate parts of that mind.
I shook my own hand And travelled deep within me My skin absorbed the wind and the drought My heart seduced the veins around it And crawled within me The sands took stand To dry the love within...
Serenity in my silent sorrow A sweet calmer breeze slowly whispers through Each prick of my spirit so silent you can hardly hear it Delicate delusions of happiness almost as sweet as my serene...
The finer components of eloquence have always eluded me,. And laughably so as I soon came to see,. And never yet have I managed to hold in my hand, a beautiful sunbeam or a fine grain of sand,.
It's something silly me,. Reminds me of the sea,. The pulling of the tide,. Never ceasing to abide,. People say they love the sea,. Wonder why that could be,.
A morning you wake , Sometimes to smell choco cakes bake. Sometimes to feel the whole Earth shake. You sip some coffee, or tea whatever it may be, Sometimes you may hate it or love it truely.
A human mind, a cursed thing, is so defined by gifts it can bring. A lonely thought. A solemn word so scarcely bought and never heard. It lives inside and slowly fades with every lie.