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Shining, glowing, glistening, Brighter than the stars on my own. Outshone, out-glowed, out-glistened, Cast into shadow by the crowd..
Lost in a dark maze, Nothing but cold, winding paths, All leading to death..
The silent killer of joy; Hidden at first, Slowly slips out From behind. Twists memories Into nightmares, Achievements Into failures.
She was a cyclist, pedalling down past the old fashioned shops on a metallic blue bicycle. Her hair flew behind her like a wild yet beautiful horse's mane, with faintly familiar brunette strands.
He consumes you like fire, Relentless. One breath turns love to hate, Happiness to fury. His claws grip round your heart, Clenching hard, Stronger than steel, No escape.
If my bed were a time machine, I'd use it every night To travel back a year ago Before the morning light.
There is a little law of life; A law of endless glee. I'd do my best to live by it, But it's difficult, you see. Always expect the worse, it says, And keep your hopes right down.
Tiny things embed themselves In the fabric of my heart; Unnoticed 'til they slip away, Leaving me to fall apart..
Look through the windows, Blocked by countless things. Up there's only clouds, But a storm's gathering. Rivers lead to the sea, The same unwanted place, But no train of mine Knows where to terminate.
Words. They last only a second, Yet forever as well..
Time is a cruel thing; Speeding through our happiness, Savouring our pain..
You never really think about just how convenient vehicles and such are.
Just another person Until you turn around, Unbury all the thoughts That weren't meant to be found.
Closed eyes, Going back to the past Where the lines between truths And fantasies don't last. All the little details Vanish so fast. It's a difficult thing, Going back to the past..
Eyes shut, knuckles white, Mouth open in constant scream. Come off, go again..
Tick, tock, The only words of the clock, Yet how he controls us And our bodies and our minds. He keeps us on our feet With his steady heartbeat, Bringing us together and Tearing us apart..
I wish I could see What people see seeing me, And change if need be..
Light. It's everywhere, it's everything. No matter where you look, it'll be there. It's the force of the world. Without it there'd be nothing. No sky, no sea, no people. Light is what keeps us alive.
Your gallery of work Is a breathtaking sight. You paint and you paint Through daylight and night, But you're lost in a fairytale, Blind from its light.
From its spot on the wall It watches over the room, Covered in little crosses Of days gone by. It's the keeper of time, The thing most precious. It warns of the future, It knows everything.
Sheets of blank paper, Ideas flowing like a stream Through pen to black ink..
The ceiling becomes So fascinating at night When you try to sleep..
A person stands before me. She looks faintly familiar, Like someone I once knew But forgot about. She stares ahead blankly, Her eyes not blinking. She seems confused, Bewildered. Hello. I call to her.
She looks out the windowpane, Fingertips on the glass. It feels cold against her skin, Frozen like the world.