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Somewhere along the dark shades of trees I could feel someone’s waiting for me A creepy feeling I couldn’t hide A spell telling me not to hide. A second thought I set aside As I wandered through the night I
We joked it was the bud Of a unicorn horn Assured by the Professionals It would fade as The fontanels shrank Shielding your sprouting brain Cradled it against cold and impact Yet it remained Darker than a bruise Hard like
Will every way be barred to the expression that comes to mind short of perception? The truth will be found in the time when one day separated by days becomes days separated by never. The brief and testaments completed; enter
Stir me in your suffering And I’ll let go of mine Wear my fleeting verses And your song will be mine Kneel with me Beside this browning leaf Blending veins and sap, all Rising back to where branches Nudge sublime
Often kith and kin friends and relatives kids and aged would meet either in functions or in funerals of the dead The smiles, the laughs the Ecstasy the warmth, the affection are all there to be seen when participating in
Mirror O mirror , Fair,unbiased , Thou showst what you see A form of me, Without preconceptions Sylvia Plath quotes, Humans shy from your ability , Efforts thrived , To hid behind veil of hypocrisy, Mirror O truth, The Recite
Hearts shed people throughout life- like broken angels crossing time- in the form of lovers and loved ones. Some wake you up after they’re gone- others startle you as they depart. Lovers depart like a fife- cutting silence with great
The idea of peace and unity lives forever, And immortal freedom is everyone’s right In this universe we live in, All men and women are created equal, And good triumphs over evil, The secrets of the universe are within our
A soon to be mother’s thoughts, when connecting to the baby in her womb… The bud that you are, soon to bloom, As you ramble cherub, all over my womb, Bouncing and punching without care, “Safe birth”, my heart pleads
Some say I’m being melodramatic. From the outside my life looks fantastic. I’ve travelled the entire globe. Sang for people who didn’t know. I wished I were home. Not performing in a band, But living life on my own ‘N
You are welcoming, nice and caring Respectful, loyal and understanding Humorous, assertive, secure and true Always there… yes that’s you. Special, open-minded, exciting and wise Honest and helpful, with honest dark eyes Sympathetic, forgiving, cheerful and sweet Yes that’s you…
Countless Times I fell, Countless times I rose, Countless times I cried, Countless times I pleaded, Countless times I felt suffocated, Countless times my heart bleed. Countless times I wanted to run away, But never got the courage to have
Unsullied pallid canvas propped on easel again To paint picture afresh sans any of nasty stain Imagery to be sanguine with cheery kind of feel All gray must dump now for new vibrant appeal A multicolored palette of vivid
Take these hot pavements To my horizon of unborn secrets Beating down like a drum Never mind that scorching sun Together, we’ll run. The proliferation we seek Like a soft photosynthesis Blooming in this parched desert What do you think?
A missile in the home, what they have done? You are on flames. A red smoke rises from bottomless hole. Memory slumps. A glow in pain washed cells, calls the mirror. Instead, grave diggers arrive. This was the manufactured truth
Some hurts are best left alone some questions best left unanswered some answers best left unsaid it pricks like a million needles it bites like a million fangs my body seems inadequate my heart bleeds thick blood my eyes weep
Forest was partisan lilies blushing, moon was parting the milky way, on the terrace the absurd man, and the spaces missing, the house locked in, are left wrecked manuscripts of attempts to save the translations of life’s books Give me
The mother knows compassion and grants permission the father accepts responsibility and manifests reality the child is born and experiences god directly the adolescent unfortunately forgets its connection to the divine the teacher shares self-evident truths and growth occurs the
Duis went outside and changed. And then. Who can still sit funny. However, he wishes to the hotel, the laugh of the gate of life, words of condolence, novels. I do not have football. There is no rent-a-car like a
Towards the acme, Blistering blizzards, Come no more, Irritating hazards. Trekking day, And night, Up and down, Searching for light. Tired and thirsty, The Great misfortune, Climbing and climbing, When will I seek good fortune. Walking and walking, The harsh
It keeps raining everything has become damp, I can feel the mist inside my head. Wooden doors don’t close anymore, windows don’t shut to keep the water out, I feel like drowning in this flood, and it keeps raining still….
What is it? Why is it? Is it a desire of something wrong, something bad? Is it a desire of something we shouldn’t have. Why do we desire things we shouldn’t have? Who says we shouldn’t have have it? Who
Into the mountain I look and see, beautiful creatures, I behold and thee, with tall trees and green grass that’s smiling at me. Into the mountain I wash my face and drink it’s fresh water, a clear blue sky gazing
I wanna move on, And leave everything behind… But I’m so lost in love, Just waiting for you to find… Me… I’m standing on the edge, Trying to break my fall… Because I’ve got nothing to lose, And you’ve got
He didn’t think about her for a week despite the Manchester slags carping in the rental car lobby while their children disassembled democracy and the drumbeat of the universe tore the cloud cover razed the concrete like blackberry canes way
Power reserves forest land, wild aboriginals lose teeth and claws people enjoy them on magic carpet. Dams Reserve water, like lachrymal gland of eye woes overflow as tears. Reserved category once lived in gigantic palaces, now museums preserve grand air.
The storms rage on, beating brows and bending backs Trees in the winds; swaying else they may snap Collars pulled tight and heads bowed down Not daring to look up at the deluge all around Through gloomy days and long,