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Inhabitable in the wind. bring me to my knees. I want to be. like a dark disappearing sea. lost but dazes, it melts away. I see only a hazy frost blur. for I am not her. in this emptiness I say.
I'm screaming, loudly, But no one hears, I'm yelling harshly, But where're my peers. I'm moving quickly, Yet oh-so-slow, I'm sluggish, really, Nowhere to go.
All that shimmers may not be lasting. Sometimes the sight is rather distorting. To be at the crossroads and wonder. To take the hard path or a wishful surrender. Choices are abound.
#youngwritersemotion FEAR of life, FEAR of death. FEAR of lies, Of taking your last breath. FEAR of survival, FEAR of the end. FEAR of fear, Of turning the last bend.
#movement. #emotion. Won't you walk these roads with me. I'll share with you the things I see. The price is high for nothing's free. Cost your soul accordingly. There'll be some trash along the way.
Our father who isn't in heaven. Your power has faded. It has been taken over by hatred. You must regret this world you once created. But it is out of your hands. Away with his plans.
How does one destroy the night. Give up the ghost or continue the fight.
When the light of light Goes out How to save the soulless. Do they shout. Can they feel their way inside Damnations dark.
Can many voices make a difference.
Erratic orthodox, bright and grey, A pandemonium of the day, A simple white lie of the norm, Preludes the black ice to the storm.
#acorn #myworld Crystalline shards of, A world made from glass, With frosted ice mirrors, An era to pass. So fragile crafted, Not ready for war, As though it was drafted, To drift out of lore.
Ticking in the sway,. Ice. Melting away,. Earth untamed,. Fragile hands of ash,. Isolated in a game. of chess,. Raised glass,. Evolution on. the horizon,. Ink spells check mate,. Cascaded over an.
I don't understand. Why is grass green. Why is sky blue. Why is the Earth round. Why am I here. What is my purpose. Questions. The ring. They bounce. They slip through, My head as I question the...
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.
When the preasures in the bottle. Push you to the pavement. The pebbles begin to rumble. and fly around your head. They form a little black halo. An angel, without wings.
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Demons sail past my ears, Screaming unheard screams, I drift from one colour to another, As if floating in a dream, The rocks beneath my feet melt, They shift from blue to black, My eyes are closed...
Would you rather be hot or cold. Way too young or way too old. Petite, tiny, well, just small, Or giant, massive, really tall. Way too clever for your own good, Or stupid, as thick as mud.
Well I don't believe what I've been told. A young man died cos he was scared of growing old. He laid down dead in the falling snow. Well I don't believe what I've been told.
Standing on the brink, It may be hard to think. When things go out of sync, Gone before you blink. Standing on the brink, You feel you start to sink. The devil starts to wink, Is this it. Gone.
#emotion #breathless #despair It's a curious thing This life, this slow demise Across years and turning skies.
Eyes survey the land around me, Drinking in the codes, Calculating every image, Flipping through the modes.
Wrap me up in white silk. Hide me. So the world I will not see. The lingering fear, it revolves. It's all around. Quiet. Don't make a sound. Be not what you desire. Or the fear you will awake.
#emotion We're on a set path, can't help but deviate it. Breaking our backs but left unappreciated. Long names so elegant now abbreviated. Play is work, always agitated.