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There must be a place; a place where they still exist. A place far away, shrouded in the mist. Where I can get the gist, of stories now dismissed. To find this place I wish, so on-would I persist.
Little paper moon, How I can hold you in my hand... How I can move you all around... Change the waves and the sand. Larger little Earth, As pretty as can be... Warm, but yet...so cold...
) ( ( } ) } { { { } | Exotic | | colours, | | Exotic | | lives. | | Slowly | | burning, | | Life | | slipping.
A boulevard of memories, And every house: a hope, Walking down and wishing true, I wonder how I cope.
We have enough food for everyone to eat; but we hoard it until others starve. we have lakes full of drinkable water and we dump our toxic waste in it.
[E] ternity forever, that's all I wish for now. [T] urn the clock back, reverse the timing flow. [E] ventually I'll reach my place, the time I need to be. [L] overs two i pass, I've got aways, I see.
#acrostic Can you say you are complete.
I began to cry Saturday evening. I cried until midnight. I wrote several letters but they never spelled out right.
Augustus pondered his fate.
#sundayrepost. One from my notes, I know it's a repost, but again can't remember what I called it 1st time round. _____. Searching for a meaning when there's none to be found.
#sundayrepost Morning!. Mourned your dreams, Dreaming in sins. Sincerely win, Winters icy dawn. Adorn your outfit, Outfox Queen or King. Kingdoms slaves, Slaved in minds. Minding you lose.
As the clock strikes three. Gentle harmonics sound. Reminding me how lucky. To see and hear and be. Three o'clock and all's well. I'm happy to be me. A spark of precious creation.
As I was walking empty-handed and alone I saw something in the distance. Upon a closer look I noticed that it shimmered in the setting sun's light.
Hello again, and today is Friday, March 8, 2013. Sometimes I look back in time, or at least the short amount of time that I've been alive, and see how in life out of all the enemies, time is the...
#acrostic. How have I come to this point in my journey,. On death row laying here upon the gurney,. Reprimanded for my crimes and lies,. On this gurney is where I lay still and die,.
#acrostic. Realms of Heaven Hell and Earth. Each has it's time and has its turn. Leaving Earth either up or down. In Limbo some will stick around. Gaining souls at mindless rates.
I found God in the arc of a banana peel Released from my hand Pitched perfectly into the garbage bin on the kitchen floor.
#acorn. I don't know where to go. On the Lonely road ahead. Perhaps I'll find some happiness. Or I'll just end up dead. I've walked a thousand miles. But what's a thousand more.
I'm afraid I'm being foolish. As a result of my blindness, blind trust. My complete immersion in emotion. Judgement blurred. Inhibitions lowered. I live my life for the moment. And cherish each one.
The thin little river Waits ever so Beneath the still ice Fish swim like thoughts Uncaring of the frozen surface Thunder rumbles. The ground shakes.
*can't remember if I posted this piece or not, search on opuss shows nothing, apologies if I did post it lol.
Have you ever felt... the breath of expiring slumber. When the sun forays into consciousness so raw, that you remain caroused in blissful illusion.
Prologue. In the end there was nothing. Just a never ending blackness so suffocating it filled the emptiness.
If a picture paints a thousand words, Then why can’t I paint you. The words would never show,The you I’ve come to know . . . If a face could launch a thousand ships, Then where am I to go.