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A poem now, you Walk through. The door, red like a Ripe cherry, or a new tube Of her favourite lipstick. Seems unnatural, Like the eyes of that One girl you saw downtown.
And how do you feel now. Do I fill your mind every minute Still. Do you seek out a face in the crowd the same.
No more No more and no more to be heard The sound of your voice echoing , Your muffled laughter telling secrets undisclosed Yet how deep Beneath still dark waters They are truth They are words...
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...
To produce nothing but withdrawn faith,. On that once wild, now withered day. Allows us time,. So sweet, so true, so unbelieving. What have we survived, conquered and ultimately overcome.
Mounted on a majestic stallion, he stood high on a cliff, From under his hat, he looked At the barren land, deserted like his heart, that was once tough.
I want release or escape like warm days spent nowhere like funeral pyres and leap years dates with no-one fears that are irrational memories that forget themselves gatherings where no-one’s late I...
There wouldn't be insomnia If loneliness weren’t living in the city… Love is spilled all over your swallow eyes This summer isn’t hot , but hell… The sun hasn’t rised yet… Chatters are coming like...
Waking in the morning I feel all alone Love is leading me only Telling me where to go But what do you think Am I your number one I trek through the broken land Across the plain in the morning sun I...
A weeping willow said to me. I'm crying uncontrollably. Because all of the other trees. Are growing skyward unlike me. There there I said don't be depressed. You're better dressed than all the rest.
Cigarette eyes. Glowing lights. Didn't mean to cry. I need more. Than toys and highs. Give me lies to tell. Took my toes. I'll never know. Why I need this low. People look. They took, they took.
Damn!. I just lost my train of thought.
A brief walk of necessity led me to the cool evening air that wrapped me in fresh clothing and pulled my eyes skyward.
Out from nothingness we crawled, Guided by Broken Britain's walls, Built on ruined scripts of old, Where ancient memories unfold.