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Why is a raven like a writing desk. Who knows, who cares. And would you like more tea. I'm not sure who's mad anymore, Is it you or me.
#nightdwellers #beginningline. #sjw. Stepping into the unknown. Is such a scary thought. Am i what i sought. I go not knowing where i step. Or where ive slept. Ive lost myself in memory.
Red yellow blue mold I feel rare, feel sandwich, crusts and all Salad side and onion rings, my heart My heart, my heart is Spiralling Ha.
I apple Thursdays, but today. I don't feel apple impeached, in. Fact the opposite; I feel a mango. In places, as though I have a date. With destiny today, my pear of feet.
#acrostic challenge [S]unlight; 1 million golden cogs, polished, precisely placed, on log axles by [U]ninhibited naked angels, singing praises while pulling levers, [N]ever look at the sun, my...
Neck braced, long legged Munching leaves all day instead Of sandwiches, I Giraffe my life With half more height than normal And look over into yours; I can see a savanna, I can see long rolling...
One plus one is two But what if I want three What is gonna stop me Besides reality Up is up but I want down Where the sky Is just the ground I open my eyes and see But I want them to open and...
Galleons sail to a violin concerto Orchestrated in Sea minus Reality, the 12 men and 12 women And 12 monkeys of the orchestra Are balancing on a the tip of a unihorn Of a narwhal, playing...
At noon tonight. An old moon will rise. Among a million sighs. Blue bats will fly. In a lightening sky. Tall tales told by trees. Just before they freeze. A chilling tune. For its cold at noon.
Curvature; White ceramic twist of oak, Spiralling Signature, A patented flick of the wrist Inspiring Art, catalyst For words framed In triptych: A bone forest, constructed from all the skeletons...
Imagination blooms. In a chameleon flower. Growing from the ear of. An iguana, illuminated. In the sun of the father of. A brilliant mind showered. In bright sparkling Time. Empowered by Love,.
I scream imagination,. Scooped up in bucket falls of elation,. Of this world and of this life,. Topped up with love's syrup and a 10ft high flake,.
We awake together from slumber night. Our eyes shutter, Together we take flight. Into the dreaming, Lying in bed half sleepy. We stare to ceiling, Both get up twinkling.
An imaginary boy, held. An imaginary hand, holds. An imaginary egg, hatches. An imaginary bird, flies in. An imaginary sky, sees. An imaginary boy, kiss. An imaginary girl, wish.
Night overnight I'm forced to reunite Gasping with no flight Humanities in trouble Tonight...Im groundeD My vision clouded. ouR Appeal For the real seEing Rule is Unfounded.
The bleakness I saw swirling madly about in the smooth glass of its eye, squeezed at my chest, disrupting the natural rhythm of my inhalations.
Inspiral tides of imagination, sweep wistfully across my life today, seven apparitions, dancing; A madrigal weave, a scarf from the old Middle East, Turkey or Egypt, a country rich in history to...
The world is shifting beneath my feet, breaking and falling apart. Everywhere I gaze there's an eerie crack splitting the sidewalk in half.
Follow me on this journey, if you will Hazy and crisp I dream, a dream of a dream in a dream Floating on purple mists and shadows, I see a spark far down in the abyss Stretching my hand, the stream...
Stuff me up like a worm digging its blinded mind to the center Of a rotten world in glass mirrors and cerise markings. Push maggots threw my veins when you let go of the heat.
When darkness struck, My mind went pale. The dizziness of life was overpowering me. When all was lost, None was found leaving alone an empty table. To retrieve a song is almost impossible.
A raw-knuckled rap on a rotten door,. A lifeless body on a shore,. Heads bouncing down the stairs,. A nasty demon's acid leers,. A savage blossom's unseen. bane,. Poison seeping through a brain,.
This is of a boy lost in an eternally white world, a world with nothing but an endlessly flat white ground that blended perfectly into the white sky.
Blood. Red. Cherry. Stem. Wonder how and why and when. Tie it with your tongue. So brittle. Tie it with your teeth. Belittle. Blood. Red. Cherry. Stem. Tears cling on and hug. The hem. Make them stay.