Crows
Why has the rain discoloured the sun. Go ask the crows. Why summer's ended before it's begun. Go ask the crows. Why do I feel someone just behind my shoulder Go ask the crows.
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Why has the rain discoloured the sun. Go ask the crows. Why summer's ended before it's begun. Go ask the crows. Why do I feel someone just behind my shoulder Go ask the crows.
Something from nothing So perfectly formed, From the breath of a child. And with excited anticipation life is given, and it grows, to slowly strain at the leash that entraps the rush for freedom.
If you have no place to run to, I will make one. Mold it from the shape of my heart and hands And ship it to you, so far away. I promise the night will never come, And your mind will never fail you.
"magic is not real" Says the ignorent as they prance. "Dreams are just a 'feel'" Says the dumb as they dance. You and I, Me and You. We know so much more.
I can almost see the light,. Almost touch the waves of glass,. Tainted, this ethereal night,. Because I know it cannot last,. A surge of strength, a rush of power,. Shooting stars fly up my spine,.
We might be infinite. Sometimes we feel we are. But when all we read about is death and destruction and horror in our world, we know we will come to an end soon enough.
If a windowpane is only sand Heated, compressed, combined, If paper is only a tree Gone through the same demise, If fear is just a memory Manifested in the dark, If home is just a little shack For...
#household Spare me a prayer to your lord, By voice, letter or song and cord, Think of me over breakfast, Please, be my generous guest, Send out those electric pulses, Your positive thoughts and...
It was as if the whole world was blooming around her, everything was changing, everything was moving and growing, melting into each other, sparking against one another, exploding, vaporising.
Tyger. Tyger. burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry. In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes.
Remember how with words I loved you I am no more of this world Only in dreams can I visit you I am wandering in the land of shades I kiss your cheeks through each tear of rain Age did...
I feel its strangeness on my back Chillingly vast A preternatural pressure On the corner of my mind A truth or universal secret Just beyond the paper-skin Of this gorgeous mundane life Perhaps out...
Quietly, I bolt the rusted lock on the upstairs door, trying not to make a sound. I then take a black pen off the shelf and trace the fading pentagram on my left hand.
I cannot explain, in simple terms what I witnessed that summer's day my mother's life had left the room, genuflected, then slipped away When she died, the light escaped, in a soft whoosh in space...
I feel as if I'm fading, My shadow only a shading. That my purpose has gone, That my presence is wrong. My arms have turned invisible... Being unseen is miserable. But I no longer exist...
So I went to the doctor With this numbness. He showed me scalp And little interest. 'what seems to be The trouble, Mr. ----' He said, to the rhythm Of his scritching pen. 'I can't feel my..
Away with the wind I soar, My life in my death has been glorified, Im thirsty for life I want more, But Ill see you on the morningside, For you must break through the night, You must put up a...
Written while really wasted: There's something special about a human's last breath. You can hear their soul getting sucked out of them, sucked away from time like it never existed.
What makes us more than fundamental bone and skin. Our memories, our emotions, and our love.
[Inspired by @curiouscaitlin's 'A Recollection', which is amazing] The stitches between dreams, An alternative world, Held at the seams, Knitted ribbons swirl, At the edge of a romance, And a...
| | | | | | | | | Where does the rain fall to and from. Why does it dash with such aplomb.
I feel like I should probably share something with you. Something... Maybe you won't understand, but you should think about, just for a bit.
It's lost in the mist Can you find it . Slowly watch it drift Do you mind it .
#OpussWings Open wings, fly away, Far from this cursed land. Take me away from mundane life, Fly me to a life that's grand. Let me soar among the rooftops, Let me fly among the clouds.