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SWISH. I can see the stars, SWISH. And now I see the grass.. With only the sound of wind against my back. I travel going high, then I go low, On this swing of life.
Two halves are torn Then separated Locked apart Later berated. Two halves are torn Then pieced together Worn and dirtied From the weather.
On Monday The condom sat limply on the kerb by the road. It was beige and full. A headless packet lingered close by. Was it love at first sight.
"Sorry" I said to them. As more squeezed into the tight space. "I'd rather not join you in your box, I like having space to move around" They chorused back, insults. "Nope, me.
) ( ( } ) } { { { } | Exotic | | colours, | | Exotic | | lives. | | Slowly | | burning, | | Life | | slipping.
Cue the drum beats. Call my name. Turn the spotlight. On my game. Watch me dancing. Hold your breath. Horses singing. Sudden death. Ribboned fingers. Palest skin. Hair up too tight. Heartbeat: thin.
The wind on your face in the trees in your hair. Its circled around the earth always been there. It may stop in one place for a day or two. Then it starts racing straight back to you.
#acrostic. Two flames become one and gather as such. Wind can't blow them out, there's none strong enough. Incandescently they burn when the fires combine.
Unseen by the world I scream and shout Silence is the death of me I rage and I scream Just to be seen My time has come to be heard I'm tired of being pushed around Listen to me.
Darkness falls. So do I, Felled like an oak, or maybe more like a little birch. The axe wasn't sharp enough to finish the job in one swing...
[a weird bedtime story or something] I stand in the crossroads. I stare at the sky and see - its another half is Winter's and the other is Spring's.
It's written in the sky with clouds. It's written in a child's smile. It's written in the flowers too. It's written in the morning dew. It's everywhere you choose to see.
Take a bright but lonely star and put it gently in your pocket. Take a piece of clear blue sky and keep it safe within a locket. Take a freshly broken heart, gather its pieces, make them warm.
#sundayrepost I wrote/posted this on 12th April 2012 ;-) And so here we are...... Rise up into the sky Come now, you can try.
I glanced up and noticed the vase. Like everything else in my life. The roses had withered and died. The flowers had turned dry and crisp. The smell was no longer a perfume.
[Going to be read by my mum at my Great Uncle Ken's funeral this Friday.
And eleven seagulls flew, One for every day I knew You would think of me, and do The things we said we'd do At 7am each morning.
I am the wind,. I am the breeze,. I rip through,. The luscious trees,. I howl and whistle,. I growl and gripe,. I rattle your windows,. On stormy nights,. I change shape,. I twist and twirl,.
#nature. #season. I am the lonely leaf,. That falls solitary from the tree,. Alone and drifting to the ground,. For passers by to step on me,. I am no longer with my friends,.
#prayerhands #projecthumanity A spark, A spark Within the dark An ember glowing on the hearth, Awaiting care, A breath of air, To fan a flame that all can hark.
As I drown in fathoms of pain I know you won't come back again And as I'm sinking, ever falling It's your love that I am mourning @Platypus I try to stand against the tide Waves of tears that I...
Will you take these shoes and walk for a while. Though they'll rub and chaff in less than a mile. Blisters will come and you'll stumble and fall But Will you take these shoes and walk for a while.
This. Spark. Was. A. Fire. Until. It. Burnt. Out. Nothing. But. Smoke. Is. All. That's. Left. Now. Yet. From. The. Ashes. A. Flame. Will. Grow. This. Time. Not. Getting. Out. Of. Control.
my life is a house of cards one wrong move and it will all tumble i must be careful in everything i do no matter what i can't fumble i may stand tall, but i am fragile one gust of wind and i will...