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#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.
Look into the mirror, Tell me what you see. I'm looking in its glassy face, And all I see is me. See beyond the surface, Underneath the skin... I'm searching but it's useless, I'll take it on the...
#household. A fire in your soul. Burning you alive. With every kiss and hug. I'm closer to my demise. Bits of your soul. Withering away. Onto my heart. Every single day. Every tear you cry.
Thoughts and dreams pouring down the drain. Ambitions that never will be. Life takes another wrong turn. It always gets the better of me. Pull the plug on all my cherished hopes.
We're not in Eden anymore. It's not hidden inside a packet, or a pill box or a glass bottle. No longer is the heartache worth the fruit's allure - The poppies are withering, the grasses now barren.
#youngwritershousehold Swing, my child, Swing up high, Feeling like, You could fly. Swing, little bird, Swoop and soar, No person can catch you, Anymore.
. I'm not really sure where it lies, Perhaps some- where behind your eyes.
Black as night. Clear as day. Can be found. In 3 different ways. Look in the river. And there you'll see. The reflection of your heart. As plain as can be. Take a deep breath. And you'll find.
A million drops fall from the sky. Some glitter green. While others are purple. Or violet in sheen. A drop of crystal blue. May be regretful and sad. Just as a drop of orange.
This is new to me;. Held at gunpoint of such reverie. Once I painted my words on shipwrecks of old. Or fed them to lonely wolves out in the cold. But I see it now; no such thing as a dark everlasting.
If I was a fruit I would be a watermelon. Hard on the outside. Inside so mellow. The green on the outside will be my cover. For the inside color I will save for my lover.
The sugary sands pile up on the ocean floor, soak in the glittering salt and violent waves.
Today I found a friend, Who knew everything I felt, She knew my every weakness, And problems I've been dealt. She understood my wonders, And listened to my dreams.
A special world for you and me A special bond one cannot see It wraps us up in its cocoon And holds us fiercely in its womb.
I lived life in a bubble,. Kept safe from all trouble,. It was better, safe, easy,. Made life seem sunny and breezy,. But it was all an illusion,. A bubble-lensed delusion,.
Tears they fall Like a great waterfall She was lost And paid a great cost A lesson she has learnt Play with fire ...
On red, perfect porcelain,. In the sweet music of violins,. A single crack begins to snake,. A crimson surface now opaque,. Fading with the growing divide,. An object once held with pride,.
If you're having some trouble finding, What some call, "a cloud's silver lining" Remember that it, Could be a millimeter thick... Just a millimeter. And it will be shining.
Starting as just a spark and wood, A chemical reaction well understood, Growing to a little orange flame, No world to concur, nothing to blame, The fire grows, licking around the fuel, A passionate...
When I write poetry, you know, I start with a feeling in mind. Or maybe a picture in need of description... Or a situation to undermine. And it'd from these the words grow.
#dragons Where the rosethorn blood-beads draw, There remains his whittled claw. In the forest's ferny green There his hide hides inbetween. The many oysters of the sea - Here his pearly scales be.
Lil boat in the river. Lil boat all colored red. Sail away and take me far. To the edge and over. Lil boat in the sea. Lil boat all colored blue. Float to the horizon and touch the sun.
Shining star in a cluster of black. Thinking beauty is what you lack. But you twinkle up there,. Some shine in the air. And thats the way I see your soul,. A savior in a sucking black hole.
Knock knock Who is there. I am your future he says. Go away I am drowning in my past these days. Knock knock Who is there. I am your past he says.