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Lost on a dark road, no turns left to take,can this really be the end of my confused state. Across the road lies the beauty of a field, my access denied by an invisible shield.
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.
Voices eventually lose their place and become one of the stars. Sometimes you look up and wonder why they twinkle but mostly they get ignored. You'll shrug and shake your head.
I run though the place as if the rain were going to suddenly and completely evaporate from any signs of existence at any moments notice. I run to cover only to find that Diana was there.
My chest is ripped open My pounding Heart in My hands Life is fading away Pictures slowley Passing by À smiling baby À toddlers hand holding mine The First bikeride Wedding dress Goldring on My...
do you remember the feeling of being alive. you used to dance like no other. together, we were like electric through the night. we would jump and sing. howl all hours of the dark.
"How are you Maddison?" the Doc asked her, stopping at the edge of the Fog so that she was unable to seem him.
A shard of glass, To quickly pass A thousand memories. A flash of red, A bang to the head, To bring back memories. A jog of the brain, A kiss in the rain, To recall lost memories.
I walk on the sidewalk to the total absence of sound. The penetrating quietness leaves much unknown. No questions are answered while the world sleeps.
The stillness of morning With cool summer breeze A gossamer highway Connecting the trees Flowers are resting A fresh coat of dew Reflections that would have Been better with you A walk on the...
There's the Alsatian burn of a candle, low Wick on the table, short to show Grease smudges on your tumbler's bow And half a jug of beer Triangles in the distance stand A handful of surrendered...
A poem now, you Walk through. The door, red like a Ripe cherry, or a new tube Of her favourite lipstick. Seems unnatural, Like the eyes of that One girl you saw downtown.
There are more people in this city than yesterday or the day before for that matter Summer's finally here for a final five minutes of silence sweating like a confused android dusty and romantic as...
There's a pale girl in front of me. I don't know who she is but for some reason, I recognize her. She's beautiful. Then I wake up. It feels as if I had eaten barb wire. Must have caught a cold.
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