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Day and Night. The dark and then the light. The dark is a bitter bite. Taking away any fight. Across the hills you can hear my cries. A shaking scream into my mind. Inside me my soul dies.
You were a millionaire A fortune of plenty Not of money But of thoughts all the same And like any other fortune The less fortunate craved it They wanted to take it Your thoughts from you too No one...
I can't stand for much. My life isn't something worth talking about, because if I do, there is no life left to live. I think I can only believe in the unbelievable. It makes more sense.
Pipistrelle, Pipistrelle Phantom of the night, Mesmerising, Terrorising Butterflies in flight Pipistrelle, Pipistrelle Little mouse with wings, Sonar guide Superfly Yourself around me sing Folk...
#opussweeklychallenge. There's a girl in my dream. And she commands invisibility. Oh how she flaunts and teases. And taunts. As she moves through a crowd. Unseen. But with a presence felt.
It's a crystal like feeling Of pure emptiness. Hollow on the inside, There is nothing to be caressed. It means nothing at all really. It's just like being glass.
"Lords, ladies and gentlemen, I give to you my blue blood. If you protect and marry my daughters with pure love. Award my future bloodline with titles and foreign lands full of golden stuff.
There's a million micro drummers Playing rhythms in my head They've been there since I woke And they're staining my mood red Pills for paradiddles Make me feel like trash Every little movement's...
The elevator keeps climbing higher and higher. Endless. I feel like the space is closing in.
What I wish I said Forever burning In my head. Words trapped Like a bird in a cage, The cage made of Lies and rage. Even when you're wrong I say it; I apologize. How many time to I have to say it.
Hope really is the killing blow, From the moment it seeds and starts to grow, It colours your vision rosey of the world. So when the glass cracks a part of you withers and dies.
I can feel the ice inside me,. Cracking,. Breaking,. Sinking so no one can see,. Letting me warm up a degree,. Only to tremble alone in the dark,. Waiting for the tiniest spark,. A feeling unknown,.
Hearts pierced from the touch of your paint brush. Broken & lost, lines all crossed. Haunting an empty head, signs ahead read dead. Lips leaving tragedies unsaid. Hushed words staining the page.
#acorn (not my first post, but one of my better early ones) Everybody's life is tough, And so our skin grows thick and tough. Still those bruises split and swell Until they harden into shell.
I stand there, staring at the huge, burning red doors, small gaps in between them to show whats inside, people walk in the gate but hardly out. They march in like mindless zombies.
Love is not blind, Love blinds you, Binds you, a slave to its whims, Fevered, foolish, Seeking to please Committing its sins.
You clamped my heart with shackles. You shot the metal through. My heart is raw, ripped open. As the shackles drag on the floor. You don't know that you hold the chain. Or the key to set me free.
Invisible fisherman Sitting in a lonely corner His light of a meaningless life Under the pressure of an ordinary life Drowning in an ocean of sweet pain Slaughter the actions something...
"Poisonnet" In the last empty maze I left you for lust... For regular shades, the stem's thorned ladders Only after my fall to the mired fault's meadows My memory showed you, I'm pulled to the past.
There is a man outside shedding his skin on the street, Because no one has told him his life's on repeat. Society tells him he likes it that way, Sketched black and white, void of gray.
Let their delicate deaths crush you, As a thousand blood red petals rain down. Deliriously, you stare at the goddess; Her ugly lust raw and sordid.