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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...
What to write about. What to write. There's no inspiration Within my sight.
Two lost souls drowning their sorrow. The good old mans glass they borrow. Two lost lovers seperated by the sea. The good old love, again they need to see.
If I were an observer, looking at how we look at each other, I would know that there's something going on. The silent sadness and helplessness shown in the eyes, are more than my heart could bare.
Hours are swallowed, listless Weightless waves of soft nothingness Sleepy hanging bulb, dimming Images begin to drop, with your lids Lashes stick together, pressing contact Like dry leaves to your...
It seems like trouble is brewing, which always makes me frown. When shadows engulf our minds and throw away our crowns. When something happens, it fills everyone with rage.
Beat back these colors from my sight. I care to see them not. Yet vibrant hues of stubborn spring. remain. Spring's song my soul forgot. Beat back these colors from my sight. Discordant to my eye.
Buy me juice and liquorice Give it up when I need the most Tell the kids I won't be home Every day I'm absent more than most Took a drive down past the lake Bearded with her lilies and her flowers...
There are places where I wander, And they're made only for me. Those beautiful green fields, Those trees as high as can be. Yet something remains just missing. Even as I reach my lake.
In his pocket, cold and stiff A lifetime can be found, entombed In leather, once fair penny's worth Now shabby memorial to the doomed.
Another day another life Passes by just like mine It's not complicated Another mind Another soul Another body to grow old It's not complicated Do you ever wonder if the stars shine out for you.
Behind the wardrobe's The Land of Forgotten, Where dust bunnies play in a destitute land. And old nails and needles And treasures abandoned Are waiting, just waiting to fall under hand.
It ain't no fun lying down to sleep, And there ain't no secrets left for me to keep.
Moonlight reflects, My greatest respects, This distant place, Gives me such a distaste, Sparks shower, This is the glass hour.
Tomorrow Land October 24 2010 Passion boil Never toil With what is ought to stay Never prick me with that splendor For what i'd often pray Little bird your wings are clipped Her window shut and...
She comes down, still as a mouse what else but riddles are hid in this house. Her dress like an aura, clung to her legs in quick, wet, chilled, morning dew dregs on the grass.
Unforgettable eyes Pull me near Hypnotise me Wipe away that tear We'll meet up again Someday soon Share a final kiss Under the pale blue moon Can I capture your soul In that deep black gloss.
what's wrong with this orange. I'm flipping papers as I browse souls. I didn't understand anything you told me tonight. as if this is the night before an after.
(Untitled) Sitting on a bench by the lake Is a man staring at a distance A trace of sadness on his face.
I love standing in the rain. We used to love the rain.
In my house I have nothing at all. But a spectral apparition in my hall. She stands alone just floating there. With silvery moonbeams in her hair. Sometimes I just stand and stare.
The beauty of the world hath made me sad, This beauty that will pass; Sometimes my heart hath shaken with great joy To see a leaping squirrel in a tree, Or a red lady-bird upon a stalk, Or little...
Once there was a snowman, So graceful and so cool, He was just standing there , he felt like such a fool.
A brief walk of necessity led me to the cool evening air that wrapped me in fresh clothing and pulled my eyes skyward.