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Love is the thing that gives us new life. Love is the thing that relieves us of strife. Love is made up of affection an care. Love is not judged by ones looks or ones hair.
#Youngwritersemotion Kiss to add that final touch, No laughter as great, Or feeling as such. Hug to add that final feel, No smile as warm, Or look as real.
The quiet of an evening. The star dreams of a night. The silent soul that's singing. The heart that glows with light. The silence of a dawn, as it turns from gray to green.
@nightdweller @October Vagrant spirit at the wick Sometimes dancing lunatic Other moments - coiled, hypnotic Finger beckons - hot, erotic.
Faster, faster beat the drums Swirling round my head Harsher, harsher my words grow Drumsticks battering A rhythm of pain A noise that echoes my wrath. Thump Thump.
#nightdwellers. I jump into your eyes. And swim through your darkest thoughts,. Those silent lies. in hidden ports,. Those lemonade days,. In sepia and rainbow,. Our vintage lives and golden ways,.
Justice, that word, Seen so rare. Hard to find, Hard to care. Under used, Over needed. By the time it's here, We've begged and pleaded.
I'm not at my happy place, At this point in time, I'm really finding it hard, To make this rhyme. On 2011, 29th September I lost my best friend, And I shall always remember.
Funny and cute is the way to be. Laughter and humour appeal to me. A girl whose completely out of her tree. Finding humour in everything you see. No grumps allowed to cross my path.
It’s been 30 days since you sent me your ‘gift’; A flaccid, Hot-Air-Balloon of Broken Dreams and humiliation A stark reminder of your failings and of my pitiful demise at both our hands You...
Don't let go. Hold on to your heart. Cherish those moments. We have from the start. Don't let go. There is still time. Time to swim to the surface. You'll always be mine. Don't let go.
Do you like me. As I sometimes wonder You're sometimes sweet Then raging like thunder Do you like me. I'm doubting you do Sometimes we have fun Or I'm something under your shoe Do you like me.
Her skin so warm, Just take a breath. Her eyes so dark, To rival death. Her rumpled clothes, And messy hair. Flushed cheeks, A passionate flair. As she walks towards me, The details appear.
#movement Your my best friend And I love you so But you live so far away I wish I could see you more We chat when we can And visit once a year Flying across oceans Always leaving with a tear But...
What is love. If not accompanied by care. What is love. If your affection is rare. What is love. If we no longer kiss. What is love. If it's not you that I miss. What is love.
#nightdwellers #love Why won't you follow. Why won't you come. Why won't you turn your back on the sun.
My love for you It's strong and true, like the four elements. Fierce like fire...
There's a miracle in you, A twisting of what's normal, An unreasoning non-logic, A little heathen magic.
A magician without magic, Is a man without a soul. A sorcerer without spells, Is a dreamer without a goal. A photo frame that's empty, Is a one-winged bird.
Voraciously set each step no regret, Wherefore suddenly a crossroad I met, Frustrated indecision and so I vent, Calamity of choice, woes descent.
Firm my attempt to resolve, Such mysteries I aim to solve, With the Earth such things evolve, As surely as it did revolve.
The stench of dead souls. Rotting dreams. Withering goals. Sound of nothing is all around. Screaming from beneath. A billion bodies in the ground. Shadows eating what still is. Poisoning the blood.
Beware of the witch, Flying on her broomstick, Off to cast a spell. With her black cat, And extra pointy hat, You'll be look to come out well.
They say poets write about love while they sleep. What do they know of love, what secrets do they keep. I write about love, not knowing the word. It is just an idea that seems quite absurd.