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Wish you were here,. But you aren't real,. Everythings not clear,. I don't know what I feel,. Please come and take me,. Far away from this place,. So I can touch and see,. Your beautiful face,.
When time was born, I could have sworn, That I was born. I am alive, But I will arrive When anything's done, And I will be gone When it has just begun.
Watching the hour hands of time tick away, crumbling smoothly into dust over the stone fireplaces mantle.
#movement. Bend me twist me. Name me shape me. As long as you know. You won't escape me. Tall and flapping. Upturned collar. Can't be bought. With pound or dollar. I'll be there. Thru darkest night.
Air thick with tension, stained in ink,. Pulling on tired eye lids. daring them to blink,. Hands from beneath the bed. pulling you underneath the silk covers,. Walking on water,. Unbreakable glass,.
Round around yet still unbound, Feel astounded by the sound. Full with nothing, zeal abound, Some confound the will, profound. And yet though they may turn away, Stars will spin and grass will sway.
Everyone has an angel; a guardian that watches over us. We can't know what form they'll take; one day, old man, next day, little girl.
In a fog swamped road that has no end. Of make believe and let's pretend. Where pigs may fly and a unicorn sings. Of battle cries and magical things. The sky is the limitless point to start.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, Life to life and lust to lust, Soul to soul and earth to earth, From death to death and birth to birth.
Lightning cracks from hand to hand, A shockwave ripples through the land, A spark of light, a flame of white, That blazes ice throughout the night.
God is perfect.
Words are life. Words are death. Words excite, Words can stress. Words are magic, Magic are words, Not absurd. Just unheard. Words are pleasure, Words are pain. Hard to measure, Hard to tame.
Wind chimes, silver tide,. Midnight cat there by your side,. The iris, onyx, tearing, scattered,. Escape, this time, is not so hard,. Your faithful friend, a nuzzling heat,.
Ancient chains of rusting copper, Turn to dust beneath my grip, The same now scatter on the ground, That once held me too fast and thick.
Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock... The sound of a clock. The sound of time. It's so constant. So fixed. It will never change. Time will always keep ticking.
A poem I wrote two years ago that I love. Got me an honorable mention in a poetry contest. Enjoy!. Behind the surface, under the covers, is another world much unlike the others.
#household Have you seen, The amber light, That's burning cold, Throughout the night. And have you seen, The tortured soul, That hangs its life, Upon a toll.
How lonely are ye to sit below this simple tree, And ponder of a world where passion has toes curled, And flaming rivers run Under a bright, golden sun, A rock sinks in your gut, Looking out...
What would happen, one day If I met myself, coming the other way.... Would the me that is here and the me that is there Both just vanish, in thin air...
In your arms you hold the stars and the sun Therefore you shall never cease to run. For if you cease to run, the eternal sea of everything, will be none. You are a star that will blow up soon.
This is a weird point but it makes perfect sense to me. For some reason I was thinking about life after death, probably to do with the new Volkswagen Beetle advert.
Feel the cool drops. As they touch our skin. How they dampen our clothes. And make them stick. Refreshing drops of water fall. From heavy clouds who wait to burst. See before you feel.
You're a cheeky little dragonfly. And I'm one of the few that know why. I know you're imps that have past away, Which is why you remain mischievous, day to day.
I swirl electric, chanting my name to the stars Tassels of moonbeams, ribbons of milky light Dancing, upon distant Mars I am galvanic bones Upon this earth divine Sphere of mortal life Roots of...