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Death, It is something that we are faced with everyday. Whether it be the death of another human or the death of an innocent flower. It is something that we are all familiar with.
The vibrating cords… Like the strings on a guitar Singing their last song. Tremolant discords Signals death’s final moment Lingering hope, stilled.
I stop and stare and contemplate, Peace and war, Love and hate. Killing, mugging hurting each-other, That's somebody's sister, That's somebody's brother.
Travel As I sit and ponder my thoughts on this train I look out of the window and feel insane For what happen s out there as we pass by Who decided to live just there and why Is it the work country...
If money is evil then society is very dependent on an evil enterprise that poses as a good business.
In a little while we will all vanish, Everybody's hard worked for reputations soon to be tarnished. Why care what our repute of you is. When soon you will have wilted just as the rest.
Time you tease me, Slowly your hands trace round and round. I'm sitting at a desk, Wishing I were homeward bound. The seconds trickle ever so slow, Hurry up. I really want to go.
A wind calls out Beckoning the tree's Free as can be The rock; cold and hard: Yet has been so far; seen so much But unable to share Just left to despair Is it wrong.
I lay here in thought. the sky colours changing. or is it just that. my eyes are fading. the grey buildings. creeping taller. I lie here feeling. even smaller. The leaves fall slowly.
I saw a half moon last night. Man, that half side shined so bright. It reminded me of space. That mysterious place. It reminded me of the days, I loved to watch the dark sparkly sky.
Nobody knows what they want but you all think you do think there ever so true Think you know so much shit just carrying on with life just getting on with it I'll show you what you think and what's...
I miss the days when the hours were the minutes and the minutes the hours , and the seconds didn't exist. The days seemed like endless weeks , the weeks timeless months.
When it snows, we shovel. The grass grows and we mow. Every fall we struggle with leaves, bag after bag, only to have them grow back anew.
Sitting in the waiting room Magazines all scattered Waiting for the doctor's call People glum and shattered.
As day turns into evening Will Happy give way to sad. When dusk comes along Will it all go wrong And good surrender to bad.
A beautiful scene in the cloud, when the sun setS : a man after gardening returns with a smile on his face, dirty and weT, his mind at peace from all troubles ; and sO his story is here in a...
Today I was blessed by a man, a priest. I have never searched for God. I have never felt the need. Most of me doesn't even believe.
I feel like I'm expected to meet the World's expectations for everything and I just don't. I don't like playing by the rules, but that seems to make me an outcast.
Sometimes I don't want the 'good guy', Sometimes he's too nice. Sometimes I want to test the waters, 'Bad' might add some spice.
What If you were to die later today?. Where would you go, what would you say?.
It's funny how fear follows us through life. Well not funny haha but funny as in its almost unbelievable.
The streets shine with rain, Heavens turn to the usual grey My mind's colours fade to black, I'm going nowhere Two steps forward Three leaps back All my dreams have fallen Where is my safety zone.
I see only rolling scenes rumbling rattling screen but know that scent like forever Like love or satisfaction not gloating proud but pleasant Time bottled barraged grass green thoughts...
I look around half lost half aware. Feeling the almost non existent air. Repressed memories look at my face and stare. How dare, how dare. Fading love for those left there.