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There once was a river that spread across the land and grass, the mountains and hills, the prairie and plains. Though as little water it would carry, one could not cross the river.
"The stars are jealous. Everyone knows it." "I think they're beautiful." "Of course you do. As I've said before, you find the beauty in everything. No, stars are jealous.
Two Rose. In harmony. From their beds,. Chose. To see the day. As a possibility. Rather than a. Disability. Dragging them down. Into earth. They ate good food. Drank rain. Gave birth. To two.
[D]riftwood girl,. [R]unning with the tide. [I] dream of you at sea, sometimes. [F]ar away, sometimes near. [T]o me, but the sea is deep and. [W]ide, lovers memories lost in tide,.
As the sorrowful, blackened sky dips into the jouful warmth of the golden sun each day, the bird will fly again. It will spread its feathers - soft and fragile - to reach for the zenith of his dreams.
Waxwork sky, Sculpted by repeating dreams, Threatens to decay today. Suddenly and unexpectedly, I find myself wearily afraid, And foolishly trying to make a way, Through the rest of the day.
Come back my Sun, Come chase the Dark, Come dance and play. Your brother Rain, Has spoilt it again, Angering his father River. Come back my Sun, Smile us light, Shine us the way.
Through the Kaleidoscope I can see; A fashioned doll with a vibrating perfume sword. I call her Innocence. And in the tiny silence; whispering lights. A ghost of infectious fragrance.
The brick wall stood for years and years Pressure building in it's bricks The cement that held it together, Was looking for a fix And passers by they looked at it, They said, my, what a wall.
Give me your coppers And I will show you My book of flaws.
I’m crushed between your palms. My essence is that of a piece of paper creased and re-creased a thousand times during different moods. Ripped edges from the days of nervous twitches.
Found a flaw, kicked me to the curb. "upgraded" to the newer model. The newer model that you drove me to purchase. You assured me the car was a rental and was surely temporary.
Stabbed in the back. By an unexpected foe. A love affair for more. A part of your nature. Falling unforgiven. By thy own will. Tortured by All it took. But greeted by answers. Better than you dreamed.
My demon came to visit today I didn't think she'd be here long but looks like shes going to stay She un packed her bag with the usual items, sorrow, regret, helplessness, guilt But she brought...
I stare at the others, feeling the tension rising. No one wants to be here, there should be elsewhere, having fun. Or crying, in the case of Blue.
"Sit down, relax and dine, Drink a glass of red wine, Talk to me and you'll be fine To you I lend these ears of mine So talk, shout and whine, I won't mind I just want to understand you and be kind.
In a little black box I keep everything precious to me. People can't see it but it's there carefully hidden in plain sight right in my heart, away from danger under lock and key, I long ago threw...
She had my mind and I was giving her my heart, Little did I know of her design for my soul, When I saw her again she was clawing at my skin, The lines of age show where she has hold.
The King of Clubs was dancing. To the music in his brain. While King of Spades was digging. Up the gardens once again. Diamond King was dressing. In his jewellery and his bling.
The wandering minstrel walked straight into town. The townspeople gathered and settled right down. "I will sing you a song" he announced merrily, The audience cheered as perched by a tree.
I know a little mockingbird Who sung her life in words She played and teased And gave me honesty For which I never played.
On a green hill. Under an Oak tree. A little bluebird. Sang a song for me. It sang of happy days. With food for everyone. And all had time. To play out in the sun. But then the dark days came.
I know a man who is just as lost as I am. Wandering aimlessly up and down a road paved of others big footprints; looking for the one that hasn't been there before.
He appeared normal. He spoke and behaved just like anyone else. The fact that he had no heart was very well concealed. Well, that's not entirely true. He did have one.