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#beginninglines. #nightdwellers. Stepping into the unknown. For what I've known was a facade. I've given up on foolish hope. I'm off to find unbroken calm. I take my weary troubled soul.
There is a place. Where I am free. Free from those who judge, and discourage, and change. And I never hear the word no. There is a place. Where I under go a transformation.
I see him, he struggles. And won't ask for help. The books that he's read. All cover the shelves. Life's not what he thought. It's new and its strange. The world doesn't know him.
While not quite within this world, I lie back with fists tightly curled,. The blankets held tighter and fingers turning whiter,. I look past our realm of light and travel seamlessly into night,.
I wander through a wonderland, Orange skies and mountains grand. Inside my mind I've conjured this, A stunning world of joy and bliss. I walk beside the bluest shore, Water deep, so clear and pure.
Yesterday was one of those days that begin with a fanfare. From morning until evening, everything goes smoothly.
One morning I shall wake. Amid the new days break. The living will be easy. And not so tough to take. One morning I will find. Something good within the grind. Beautiful and gentle.
Free like me. That's what I want to be. Free in my mind. All the time. Not hidden away. Speak the truth. Never afraid. Just live. Be me. Be free. If hidden away. Is a way. To say. You hate that you.
The shivering fingers and trembling toes are standing on the edge Stomach dropping in nervous fear seconds stretching beyond ~To anticipate~ The toes curl around the edge as the moment...
Unkept thoughts finally escape. A clear horizon dawns upon the minds backdrop. A beautiful sunrise magnifies elation's bind. Free of hurt. Free of judgement. Careless of conclusions.
Wake up. What is it that you hear. Is it the cricket in the dirt behind the shed. It's chattering cries in the night echo within your mind.
The dreamer believing the heart found underground. Digging out, reaching for the light. Not a zombie, very much alive.
I open up my crusty eyes, But I don't want to get out of bed. There's a fog inside my brain, And doomsaying voices in my head. Why have I reached this place. Where did I come from.
I have a control panel, In my mind, Many switches and dials, You will surely find, Each dial has a label, For each emotion and feeling, My dials have gone awry, Unwanted side effects I've been...
When I first came here Was I born to be free.
The final chapter: A prelude to my happy ending. No longer bound by the ropes of anxious thought. And No longer a prisoner to my own being.
Like a tiny little blackbird, A-perching on this ledge, Just a feet forwards, And I'll teeter on the edge.
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...
Soul tired but free. Heart might be scared but beating. Eyes a bit tearful but I can still see. Mind lost in a maze but my fears it's no longer feeding. Flying high above.
If I could run a million miles,. Id escape the drama and the fake smiles,. I'd sit on top of a mountain peak,. No one there for me to speak,. Just me alone to sit and wonder,.
She awoke feeling different. Like her soul had sold Making her skin soft, And her heart solid gold Her sighs echoed. Her breathing deep. Chapped lips And crooked feet.
Here at the peak we're untouchable. Can we hold our ground. Amidst all this chaos. Fighting each other is killing ourselves. Yet I found refuge in this place I used to fear. Join me if you wish.
No matter how Alone you feel The crescendos will still Rise to greet you. Off in the west Pure ethereal The Ships and Stars Wait to greet you.
I look down with tears in my eyes. Looking at that picture perfect smile. What I would do to smile like that again. How innocent I looked. So vulnerable to the world.