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The day after the day wasn't the day. In fact it was nothing like that day in any way. It was as if that day never happened at all. Almost like it had been blocked by a brick wall.
A Monday sky, Work-like eyes, with a cloak of dark cloud. Rain in the air, brooding Dead calm, no wind, silently loud To a dark day, alluding.
I'm the bright light In the fight Whilst dreaming In my dream Tonights frightening But still I'm fighting to scream Enlightening your supreme brightening figurine Don't be careless Care less...
Death comes for all, Don't fear his pasty face. You've got to stand up tall. Don't fear his sick embrace. Life tests us for a reason, There's something here to do.
Hello. I'm fate. You've been avoiding me as of late. But here I am. And here I'll be Until the time when you'll come with me. Hello. I'm destiny. I see you've been trynna change me. But here I am.
Why so fascinated my shadow of I. Annoying sprite in the corner of my eye, Melancholy, joyful, treasonous, or shy, This shadow dutifully dances with I. Why so fascinated my shadow of I.
(Written with a free(ish) pen(finger)). A crescendo. Of blue and black. A different thought. A memory lacked. A dreamed deceived. A prayer let go. A miracle wasted. No life to show.
Searching, Always searching For the truth, The truth profound; But the truth Of the matter is That there is no truth To be found.
Another day, another dawn, Yet no time to sigh or yawn. Locked into the lifeless ring, Nothing new that I can bring. Ever feel like there's no room. Like you wake up inside a tomb.
I look down at them. They look up at me. I am the God. They need me to be. They may never know. But I know for sure. I am not the God. Seen in folklore. I won't make myself known.
Would you do it, Take a bullet in your head. Don't know what's coming next, Just that I'm not dead. Do you have the guts, To jump in front of a train. All you know that, Is I won't suffer pain.
I know I'm not suppose to be here, But if I left. Would you care.
I am just a green man looking for a goddess. I am just a blue man trying to sing the whites. I am just a gray man working in the shadows. I am just a pink man exposed in the night.
Sit back chill. Surf the suffering. Too much equidistant losing. It's time for the standing of something. Enough nothing begot nothing. Stop bluffing. Wait for the cuffing. The nail in the coffin.
I want; A sea salt shaker, A liquid nitrogen cocktail maker, A loop creator (kaosscillator), A complex knowledge receiver.
The bible to me is full of contradiction, Full of dos and donts and silly prediction, Like the end of the world wasn't that last year.
There has to be a day For there to be a night There has to be a death For there to be a life If it ended all today Would you put up a fight.
There is a design, We all have agreed... Like growing a plant, Must start with a seed... Our lives are the same, They each have a plan... We each get a hand, And we do what we can...
The 6th of dimensional space time ,. Whisper through the shadow these dark ones. Finite holly being. Scoff-. Only the infinite may be called holly ,. For what end. To become enslaved. In each breath.
Some times I wonder what I am worth... In terms of money, in terms of birth. But most of the time it's the not nice... What would someone sacrifice. Am I worth money, pennies and pounds.
I am the undefeated boxer. Who never took a fight. I am the worlds greatest author. With no story to write. I am a Rembrandt. That lives in the loft. I am a bridge. That's never been crossed.
#opussweeklychallenge. Damn those Mayans, seems they were right. For the end of the world is clearly in sight. In just three days our world will be clean.
Death's own immortal kingdom Rests on the other side of morning Its breath rises above the sweet air of living And it holds us down Clutches at us through the veil of night It devours No dignity No...
The Earth rolls evermore, its diurnal course stirring. Alluring the tempest, the ice-tipped blast from the savage north. Though waves of frenzied motion defy an icebound existence.