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#acrostic Mournful mood, depressive stance Escape if I had the urge Lay me down in shades of blue All I hear's your tuneless dirge Nature over nurture Can't even crack a smile Hole ridden soul...
An ocean rushes towards me I'm on top surfing It feels like I'm flying Completely happy. Yet highs turn to lows So you swim back to shore Where everything's the norm Yet you crave for more.
Their voices join in perfect chorus Smiles perfect, flawless skin Sad, sad eyes and fast, neat moves My home, my home in your voice.
What are you now but an extension of my mind.
I guess I'm a young cursive girl, stuck in a print kind of world, my heads in a dizzy my soda's not fizzy my hair is flat. Others are curled.
Untouched. The slow caress files the roughness of his skin like sandpaper. The dryness of his skin, the desert that is his soul. Unwanted. A paperback that never left the shelf.
I know there's more to living, 'cos I remember the good ole days. I see friends enjoying life, without my general malaise. My reserve of get up and go, long since got up and went.
stand by time, break the rhyme, love a metallic dime, go by the big people's chime. squeeze the world out like a lime, empty it and cross the line.
Bright things,. Shining,. Beautiful faces. One yours. One mine. Crystal. Rainbow. Beautiful. Shame though. Us not. Combined. Chorus. Dawn verse. Concealed. Universe. Lovers entwined. Sunday. Thinking.
Today has vowed a sky of cloud; a frivolous shroud: no daylight, or joy, or beauty allowed. Much of the day has wasted away in such a way, the birds, the people, have nothing to say.
Ah, the sky She waits for me Despite the cold The malice The you.
Why is it that my silence, Screams a scream only I can hear. My voice a distant memory, Still shouting in my ear. Why is it that i speak, In thoughts and to myself alone.
Days slipping by, night settling in brings the peace, Shadows push themselves past loves light. Landscapes of memories floods their release, World spins in circles crossing the gates of flight.
A yearning deep inside. For loneliness the need to hide. Isolation from the crowd. Keeping my head up in the clouds. Cowering in the corner. As the seconds turn to days. Becoming the shadows.
I sat at night and listened to the mournful sounds Watching the people all rushing around Where do you need to be 5 minutes ago. Have I been there and are you someone I should know.
#nightdwellers. 200th opuss :). The night has stolen from me. With every breath I see it take. A piece of my heart. A part of my mind. An inch of my strength. I try to grab it but it dissolves.
No one, it seems, is around to talk. So instead I will leave my apartment, walk Along the sea front in the bracing wind Ignoring the hollowness, the lonely twinge.
Fragile eyes crush the paper thin ocean surface. Breathe in the occasional embracing current. Bodies trapped in murky waves. Grateful blessing of life's flowing demand.
Inspiral tides of imagination, sweep wistfully across my life today, seven apparitions, dancing; A madrigal weave, a scarf from the old Middle East, Turkey or Egypt, a country rich in history to...
A frozen calm has gripped my soul. A silence....so still. Emotions recede in the eye of the storm. I have taken my fill. Within the boundaries of my shell, A void, so deep.
You and me , are exactly what we'll be ,. Two lost souls ,in a fish bowl. dying to be free,. To love many in manic sprees , and to lose most their keys,.
fresh off the pavement we were sitting with our minds set not yet fully loaded but enough so that our dreams would be read quick through the darkness we were swimming in abstinence wondering which...
The world is shifting beneath my feet, breaking and falling apart. Everywhere I gaze there's an eerie crack splitting the sidewalk in half.
I spent my days In a summer haze No looking forward No looking back But like all things It ended Quick enough.